The phone on the table vibrated again, spinning on the surface. When she returned, she busied herself packing up her things and didn't look at her phone. Picking up her bag and walking out of the office with her colleagues, she finally glanced at her phone.
There was a message!
When she clicked on it, the screen displayed a series of numbers, not a stored contact name.
Cherish Turner knew who owned this number and couldn't help but feel a little excited.
After pressing the read button, the message had just a few short words - I'm downstairs in the company building.
He was downstairs? It had been 15 minutes, hadn't it? Cherish was startled and hurriedly took the elevator downstairs. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator and quickly scanned the lobby, she couldn't find his figure. Puzzled, she rushed out of the building, only to see a black Maserati parked by the roadside in front of the building.
That was his car.