"Miss Rooney, I trust you'll call me back, there's only one chance."
Rosalyn Rooney's tears fell instantly.
The phone felt scorching, and she threw it aside: "Bastard!"
Rosalyn Rooney's hands clenched the bedsheet tightly, veins popping on the back of her hand, burying her head in the duvet to scream.
Only by doing this could others not hear her.
Arthur Donovan!
She remembered this name, and would not forget it in this lifetime.
When she lifted her head again, the look in her eyes had changed, as if a layer of lifeless gray had spread over them.
The call to Arthur Donovan was connected.
Buzz—
It seemed he had been waiting for her call, answering after just one ring.
"Director Donovan."
"Miss Rooney, is there something you need?" Arthur Donovan's voice carried a hint of amusement.
Rosalyn Rooney's hands gripped the bedsheet tightly, trying to control her inner anger: "Are you free tonight?"
"It seems Miss Rooney knows what's wise."
