Mitchell followed Eric from behind, carrying his suitcase. He looked at his boss’ despondent and cold figure and could not help but remind him in trepidation.

“President, Lee’s phone…”

Lee, the driver following behind them, watched in trepidation as his few-hundred-dollar phone was almost crushed in Eric’s hand.

Mitchell was familiar with Nicole’s number, so Eric found a random number to call her.

After all, Eric had saved her, so something should have changed between them.

Who knew that on