"Mabel, I've got some urgent business here, I probably won't have much time to come over in the next few days, if you have any trouble, you can contact my sec..." Before he could finish, another voice leisurely interrupted.
"No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Harris." Kyle Kinston said coldly, then pressed the end call button. He handed the phone back to Mabel Quinn, leaned down towards her and said, "By the time you check the clock, he should've just landed his plane. He hurried to call you; it seems he can't quite rest easy."
Mabel Quinn stared in surprise, just landed? Could it be that the person in front of her knew every detail of Daniel Harris's flight itinerary?
"Kyle Kinston, you—"
"I what? Shouldn't have taken your phone without permission, shouldn't have spoken to Daniel Harris on the call, or shouldn't have investigated Daniel Harris's schedule so thoroughly?" he replied, as if he had already discerned everything on her mind at that moment.
