The bedroom lights were not on.
Only the blue-white light from the phone illuminated Kyle Keaton’s handso face.
His facial features were still outstanding and exquisite, with clean and beautiful side profiles.
But his dark eyes were ominously void, causing inexplicable fear.
[Who have you sent such photos to?]
Victor Hawthorne?
Or not just him?
After all, July Quinn is so beautiful, and she has quite a few male friends.
But no matter who it is, Kyle Keaton found himself unable to control the raging flas in his heart.
At this mont, he just wanted to destroy the eyes of the person who saw July Quinn’s secret photos!
Really, if July Quinn dared to ntion any man’s na at this mont, he would definitely make that person miserable.
However, July Quinn’s response was:
[Why should I tell you!]
[Didn’t you say I’m your wife? Can’t even talk about this?]
Kyle Keaton pressed further.
[How can such private matters be revealed?]
On this end of the phone, July Quinn had just finished freshening up, and the dicine was making her drowsy.
So she didn’t wait for Kyle Keaton’s reply and sent another ssage.
[Alright, I’m going to sleep. We’ll talk when there’s a chance.]
After sending the ssage, she turned off her phone and fell asleep with her head covered.
But she didn’t know, the man on the other end of the phone was still in an urgent state.
[Why can’t it be said?]
[If you don’t tell , you’re not allowed to sleep!]
Tonight, if he didn’t drag out the bastard who saw her secret photos, no one should think of sleeping.
Even after sending several ssages urging July Quinn, there was no reply for a long ti.
Unwilling to give up, Kyle Keaton called July Quinn via video call, but it didn’t go through.
"Could she really be asleep?"
He thought about calling July Quinn directly but realized he didn’t have her phone number when he was about to dial.
So, he then called his secretary Mason Shelby.
"Lord Keaton, it’s so late, is there anything urgent?"
Mason Shelby yawned as he answered the call.
On the other end, the man issued instructions in a cold voice: "Find July Quinn’s phone number for ."
"July Quinn?" Isn’t she the woman who’s been chasing after Lord Keaton?"
Mason Shelby thought Kyle Keaton was calling so late for sothing urgent.
But for this?
To find a woman’s phone number?
But that’s odd!
Lord Keaton has always been wary of fire, theft, and won. Why the sudden change in temperant?
Really, at this mont Mason Shelby was suspicious if Lord Keaton had been swapped.
But after repeatedly checking the caller ID, it was indeed Lord Keaton’s private number.
Moreover, after waiting for no response, Lord Keaton issued cold commands again: "You have five minutes."
Mason Shelby: "..."
Well, it’s indeed Lord Keaton.
Still the familiar formula, the familiar taste.
So Mason Shelby dared not delay and promptly began the search.
He rembered that July Quinn had opened a clinic opposite the Apex Tower.
He started by checking the clinic and quickly found July Quinn’s phone number, sending it directly to Kyle Keaton’s phone.
After completing this task, Mason Shelby yawned and went to bed.
But not long after lying down, his phone rang again.
Seeing it was Lord Keaton calling once more.
Mason Shelby felt as if he had been tricked, but still dared not slack and answered the phone.
As soon as the call was connected, he was greeted by Lord Keaton’s cold voice questioning: "Are you sure the number you found is correct?"
"Sure! I checked several tis before sending it to you."
"Then why can’t it go through?"
Faced with Lord Keaton’s probing question, Mason Shelby almost shed tears.
"It’s normal not to connect; it’s already one in the morning."
Normal people have turned off their phones and gone to sleep by now!
Only pitiful people like him, on twenty-four-hour standby, are still answering bosses’ calls, chasing after pigeons and chickens.
He thought his words were sufficient for Lord Keaton to realize.
But then his boss ordered once more: "Now start investigating July Quinn."
Mason Shelby: "..."
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