"Mr. Lowell, I don't really appreciate someone interrupting our private time."
He paused and then let out two light chuckles.
"I'll give you thirty seconds. Speak before I hang up."
Tristan Lowell on the other end was stunned for a few seconds by this sudden forceful tone.
He never expected a man like this to suddenly appear beside Cora Lowell.
And to speak in such an unyielding, ruthless manner.
After a while, he let out two dry laughs.
"It's nothing major, just that she's been away from home too long. Her mother really misses her and asked me to find out when she's coming back."
Cora Lowell listened quietly, but a faint, cold smile flashed in her eyes.
She heard clearly and understood the implication behind the words.
Yvonne Cheney?
That so-called mother?
What sort of mother-daughter bond do they even have?
Miss her?
Those words can only fool outsiders.
Cora Lowell sneered inwardly, but her expression remained unchanged.
