She was the one who didn't want him first.
His male pride wouldn't let him do something as low as begging; he couldn't be as shameless as that simp Edward Foster.
Just as he stared tensely at his phone, that taut string in his mind about to snap, Lawrence Winters finally replied to him.
It was just three exclamation marks: !!!
He let out a long breath; his whole body relaxed, and there was even a faint sheen of sweat on his back.
It was a kind of joy like surviving a disaster; a smile tugged at his lips before he knew it. He was about to reply when he suddenly saw a new friend request on WeChat: I'm Caitlin Gilbert, the one who met Mr. Osborne on the plane. Hope we can add each other.
Kenneth Osborne ignored it and dismissed the friend request.
...
Right now, Lawrence Winters was at Evan Stetford's place, watching recordings of the past Celestial Path Sect World Cup competitions where the top champion was crowned.
The first round of the competition was in two days.
