"Buzz buzz—"
The cell phone in her bag rang.
Emma Aiden didn't wake up, but she unhappily pouted her mouth, as if annoyed by the noise.
Harrison Yale quickly reached out from her bag, pulled out the cell phone, and glanced at the caller ID.
Seeing it was an unfamiliar number, he frowned and answered the call.
"Hello?" Harrison Yale's thin lips slightly opened, just about to say Emma Aiden was sleeping and to call back later, but as soon as he spoke, the caller seemed startled and quickly hung up.
Who could it be?
Harrison Yale's nerves tightened, quickly realizing something was wrong, he swiftly retrieved the phone number and sent it to his assistant.
"Help me investigate whose number this is, and do it quickly!" Harrison Yale's facial expression instantly became dark and emitted a cold aura.
