A few seconds later, the call connected, and inside the phone, Flynn Hughes’s complaining voice ca through.
"I say, boss, what ti is it now... It’s not even working hours yet..."
Before he could finish, Noah Drexler’s cold voice cut in.
"Help investigate soone, I want the most detailed information."
"Who?" Flynn’s voice imdiately sobered up, asking seriously.
"Veridian Group, Dustin Hughes!"
...
Bedroom.
When Sumr Shawcross groggily woke up, the man beside her was already gone.
She rubbed her eyes, reached over to grab her phone from the bedside table, glanced at the ti, and was startled.
It was already two in the afternoon.
The butler, surprisingly, hadn’t co to wake her up today. She thought it was probably because Noah Drexler had co back late last night and woke her up, so the butler kindly let her sleep a few more hours.
Thinking of this, she suddenly recalled that when she was sleeping last night, she accidentally touched the damp spot on Noah Drexler’s shirt.
Was he really injured?
With that thought, Sumr’s heart tightened, and she quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom.
Her movents were quick, and she finished her shower and changed clothes within ten minutes, then left the bedroom and went downstairs.
"Madam, you’re awake." As soon as she descended, the butler ca over with a cheerful smile, his tone extraordinarily kind.
"Where’s Noah Drexler?" Sumr turned her head, glancing around the first floor, but didn’t see any sign of Noah Drexler.
"The gentleman went to the group early in the morning," the butler replied, glancing at Sumr a couple more tis, then spoke to her with a concerned expression.
"I’ve made chicken soup for you, rember to drink more later and replenish your body properly!"
The butler’s tone and deanor made Sumr a bit surprised, especially when he ntioned she should replenish herself, it strangely made her face feel warm.
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