Patting her chest, making sure the nauseous feeling was gone, Rebecca Quentin added, "I'll be there soon."
Secretary Shaw looked at Rebecca Quentin's face, pale from nausea, and couldn't help but ask with concern, "Miss Quentin, are you feeling unwell?"
Rebecca Quentin replied, "I'm fine. I must have eaten something bad today."
"Then I'll go out and take care of things."
"Alright."
Ignoring her nausea, Rebecca Quentin supported her forehead and pondered for a while before finally, hesitantly, taking out her cell phone.
She didn't have his phone number on her phone, but that number had been deeply engraved in her heart for two long years.
Dialing the strange yet familiar number, Rebecca Quentin nervously waited for the call to connect. This was the first time she had ever called him, and her nervousness was far greater than any she felt when receiving his calls.
BEEP, BEEP—
