The woman's voice reminded him of more than ten years ago, when Kaitlyn's voice was just like this.
Clear and pleasant...
Ian Bradley saw that Kaitlyn Webb still wasn't willing to come in, so he walked into the private room, leaving the door on the right side open.
"Morgan Benson..." He walked to the table, standing next to the man, and said, "My friend's in trouble. Aren't you well acquainted with the bar owner? Ask the security to take care of someone in the lobby..."
He leaned down to whisper in his ear for a while.
Morgan Benson didn't say a word, directly took out his phone to make a call. Once the call was connected, he got up and walked to the side...
Ian Bradley saw him calling the bar owner, knowing that the matter would soon be resolved, so he returned to the entrance of the private room.
When he reached the door, he noticed that Kaitlyn Webb's expression was off. Her face was pale, and she was staring wide-eyed into the private room, her body subtly trembling.
