Zoey Turpin was so mad at him earlier that she didn’t want to back down in front of him.
But now that she needs his help, she has no choice.
And sure enough, this tactic works.
Gary White glanced down at her: "You just want to send a ssage to say you’re safe?"
"Yeah, just a ssage that I’m safe." Zoey nodded.
Gary White looked at her for another two seconds: "Then let send it."
Zoey: "..."
"What’s the difference between you and sending it?" Gary White raised an eyebrow, "Don’t you just want to say you’re safe? It’s the sa thing, right?"
Zoey: "..."
Without saying more, Gary White took out her phone, opened Twitter.
He quickly found Nickolas Violet’s Twitter.
Because Zoey had labeled it, the na of the label was Nickolas Violet.
The fact that he found comfort in the label made Gary White feel a little more comfortable.
Because he saw that Zoey’s labels for other people were also their nas.
That ant Nickolas Violet wasn’t special to her.
With that understanding, he felt relaxed and started a conversation with Nickolas Violet, sending a ssage: I’m fine, stop calling .
Nickolas Violet replied imdiately: Zoey, where are you? Gary White didn’t... hurt you, right? If sothing happens, just tell , you don’t have to be afraid of him.
"Hmph."
Seeing Nickolas Violet’s reply, Gary White snorted coldly and edited a ssage to send: He’s been treating well. I’ve known him for almost six years, and our relationship is better than you think. Don’t worry. That’s it, my phone is about to die.
After sending the ssage, Gary White deleted the conversation and turned off the phone imdiately.
"What did you say?" Zoey frowned and leaned over to check.
But Gary White put the phone back in his pocket: "I told him that you’re with and you’re safe, so he doesn’t have to worry."
Zoey didn’t quite believe him and reached out: "Let see it."
"Zoey, don’t push your luck," Gary White glared at her, "I’ve already reassured him according to your wishes. From now on, the phone stays with . If you push your luck, I won’t give your phone back."
Zoey really wanted to curse at that mont.
What does he an, don’t push my luck?!
It’s her phone in the first place.
How is getting back her own stuff pushing her luck?!
*
"Joanna, I’d like to make a toast to you."
In the private room, Wendy Arden held a glass of wine, her face slightly shy, standing in front of Joanna Lawrence toasting her.
She pursed her lips, speaking softly, "I’m glad to et Joanna. My na is Wendy Arden, I’m sixteen years old. My cousin’s mom and my mom are sisters, and we get along very well. Whenever I’m on vacation, I would visit his house."
"Earlier my cousin told that Ashton..." Wendy Arden was about to say "Ashton," but felt a cold, piercing gaze on her and hesitated, quickly correcting herself, "Mr. Ashton got married and his wife is very beautiful. So I’ve always wanted to et Joanna and finally got the chance today. Joanna, can I be friends with you?"
Wendy Arden blinked her eyes, looking innocent and naive.
Joanna stared at the glass of wine in front of her, hesitating for a mont.
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