Flirted Wrong, Married Right Chapter 316: What Do You Want to Do

Heather Donovan’s pupils suddenly widened.

The excitent hadn’t yet spread to her eyes when the phone rang unexpectedly.

The phone number was unfamiliar, clearly encrypted.

Heather Donovan quickly ran back to the stairwell, answered the call, and cautiously said, "Hello?"

From the other end of the phone, a strange voice quickly ca through.

The voice seed neither male nor female, like it was passed through a cheap voice changer, sowhat eerie.

The voice chuckled, "Mrs. Donovan."

Heather Donovan inexplicably beca excited, "Who is this?"

"That’s not important," the voice lowly chuckled, "You received the package, right? Do you know what to do?"

Heather Donovan suppressed her excitent, "You an..."

"Keith Donovan is Jas Grant’s friend, and the relationship between Jas Grant and Evelyn Clayton, do I need to tell you more?"

"Mrs. Donovan, I hope you won’t disappoint ."

The voice chuckled softly and then hung up.

"Hello, hello?" Heather Donovan still wanted to ask sothing more, but all that was left was the disconnected tone.

Trying to call back, it was already a dead line.

Heather Donovan gripped her phone tightly, unable to contain her excitent any longer.

With this leverage, does she still fear not getting Evelyn Clayton’s blood?

Early the next morning.

Evelyn Clayton woke up and stretched lazily, strolling out of the bedroom.

Seeing Jas Grant unhurriedly standing by her kitchen counter, Evelyn’s face darkened.

"Why are you still here?" Evelyn said irritably, "Are you planning to have breakfast here too?"

Jas Grant cleared his throat, sipping the coffee he brewed for himself, his expression passing briefly awkwardly, "Are you going out today?"

Slowly realizing, Evelyn Clayton comprehended sothing.

Jas Grant was worried she might encounter that criminal again if she went out?

Unexpectedly, Evelyn felt a bit shy.

She turned her head away, her earlobes quietly reddening, and murmured, "You can leave, I’m not going out today."

Jas Grant looked at her, still wanting to say sothing, but Evelyn personally ushered him out, pushing him out.

"There’s no breakfast here, hurry and go!" Evelyn scowled and pushed Jas Grant out.

After closing the door, thinking about sothing, Evelyn pursed her lips tightly, went to the bedroom to fetch iodine and bandages.

Opening the door again, Jas Grant was still standing at the doorway, stunned, not yet leaving.

Evelyn shoved the iodine and bandages into Jas Grant’s hands and closed the door again.

Leaning against the door, not knowing how long it took, Evelyn finally looked through the peephole.

Jas Grant had just gotten into the elevator.

Evelyn sighed in relief, yet a burst of unspeakable disappointnt welled up inside her.

Rubbing her brow, Evelyn cleared away the faint gloom in her heart, preparing to brew herself a cup of coffee as well.

Just as she turned on the coffee machine, her phone rang suddenly.

She went over to look, an unfamiliar number.

Evelyn furrowed her brows, instinctively becoming alert.

After hesitating for a while, Evelyn opened the recording app and pressed to answer.

"Hmph, Evelyn Clayton!" A woman’s triumphant voice ca from the other end of the phone.

Evelyn’s face suddenly turned icy, "Mrs. Donovan? What do you want?"

She had already speculated last night; the black-clad figure attempting to abduct her was probably Heather Donovan’s doing.

Now, with Sumr Monroe’s life hanging by a thread, and unwilling to donate blood, Heather Donovan seed desperate, resorting to hiring soone to abduct her.

Heather Donovan did not respond, and a few seconds later, Evelyn heard her phone’s ssage alert sound.

"Evelyn Clayton, I sent you a little gift, do you want to check what it is?" Heather Donovan spoke with a sinister tone.

Evelyn suspiciously opened her inbox, only to find a multidia ssage from Heather Donovan, containing a photo.

When she recognized who was in the photo, Evelyn’s grip on the phone tightened instantly.

It was Keith Donovan.

Evelyn silently took a deep breath.

"Heather Donovan, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Heather Donovan’s laughter was sinister and chilling.

"Oh, nothing much. I just want to know, if I send the photo of Keith Donovan lingering at the accident scene to the police, what do you think they’ll do?"