Ose Owen heard this, and curled his thin lips.
He looked up at the apartment building, his dark eyes narrowed, his voice carrying a hint of laughter: "Watch her closely..."
After speaking, the man hung up the phone.
Heh, cleaning up after her? With her past personality, he would absolutely believe she could do anything. But now, she has a husband and a daughter; he's sure she won't joke with her life!
Ose Owen, with one hand in his pocket, stared at the sixteenth floor of the apartment building, his handsome face darkening. He wanted to meet Faris Booker, Crossley's husband, personally, he must meet him.
"Brother Owen, don't you need to investigate a bit before meeting them?" Nathan Johnson frowned, following behind Ose Owen, staring at the man's back. He opened his mouth several times, wanting to speak, and finally asked with reluctance.
"Is it necessary?" Ose Owen snorted coldly.
