Mr. Brooks?

Evelyn rose to answer the door and collect her delivery.

Surprisingly, the food that was delivered was exactly to her taste. A wave of warmth crossed Evelyn's otherwise cold heart.

She took out her phone, intending to thank Brooks. However, upon unlocking her phone, she remembered they hadn't exchanged numbers. As she was about to put her phone down, she noticed the note on the delivery order. At the bottom was a phone number with a message: [Call me anytime if you need anything.]

Evelyn didn't make the call. Instead, she texted him: [Mr. Brooks, I received the delivery. Thank you.]

Brooks replied succinctly: [No problem.]

Evelyn didn't want to impose further, so she put down her phone and started on her delivery.

Downstairs, Brooks sat in his car, saving the number.

...

At the Hospital, Dahlia was dressed warmly. Only her legs were exposed, showing several cuts.

they were filled with shards of glass and

of the phone

Charles had already called his assistant, Aiden,

making Dahlia instantly look pitiful. Charles walked out after

small injury. I'm fine. Evelyn has been detained for a few hours now, so

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too emotional at the moment, which is why I called the police." Charles' tone softened considerably as he

as he

went to the balcony to answer, asking in a deep

standing at the police station entrance, having just

a step too

has already been bailed out by

made Charles' expression darken. A storm was brewing

...

had been

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