"Hello."
The woman's voice was gentle and polite, but tinged with a hint of nervousness.
Leaning back in the chair, Nora Scott raised an eyebrow and went straight to the point: "I'm looking for Pedro Langley."
"Mr. Langley is in a meeting. He asked me to relay a message to you—" the woman paused, fearful of making a mistake, and repeated word for word, "During the Cold War, suspend contact."
Nora Scott: ???
Who the hell is in a cold war with him?
Is he throwing a tantrum?
"Hope you're in a good mood."
The other line quickly cut off the call.
Nora Scott frowned, looking at the phone showing the call ended, and a few seconds later, she tossed it to the back seat.
Damn it!
This shameless guy, if he's so capable, why doesn't he just fly to heaven?
...
Meanwhile, at Fernwood Entertainment Company.
The female assistant who just finished the call put Pedro Langley's phone away, then walked out of the office, tip-toeing to her desk.
