"Hello, is Nora Scott with you?"
A gentle and polite inquiry came from the phone.
The voice was young, a male youth.
Pedro Langley instinctively squinted his eyes, a trace of caution and vigilance appearing on his face.
—Nora Scott's phone was off, the other party couldn't reach her, so they called him instead. Their information-gathering ability is impressive.
"Who?"
Before Pedro Langley could speak, Nora Scott, who was sleeping against his shoulder, stirred.
She didn't open her eyes, her voice quite lazy, clearly not fully awake.
If Pedro Langley hadn't detected the other party's information-gathering ability, he might have hung up the phone. But now, the other party was clearly related to Biel Hall. After a slight deliberation, Pedro moved the phone away a bit.
He whispered, "No idea, it's for you."
"Oh."
Nora Scott responded, still not opening her eyes, but she reached out her hand to Pedro Langley.
