“When the guard brings her home later, remember to put on your best façade…! Following that, wait till the guard leaves then immediately hand her over to the human traffickers! Since that girl already knows the truth, there’s no need to continue being nice to her! Mind you, leave no room for error this time, or there will be dire consequences… Got that?”
“Understood, President Harrison! Don’t worry, I won’t let her get away this time!”
Nodding in response, Sophia then hung up… only to be startled when she heard an icy voice growl, “What doesn’t have room for error…?”
Turning to look at the immaculate man wearing a down coat, the terrified woman quickly hid her phone as she explained, “I-it’s nothing… Just some minor issues in the office. That aside, find any issues while surveying the terrain?”
Staring at her for a while and ultimately figuring that nothing was out of place, Zivon replied, “…This project isn’t something that concerns you. If there’s an issue in your office, head back to deal with it.”
It was clear that the indifferent man didn’t want to talk to her any longer, and before Sophia could even think of a reply, he had already turned to leave… Clenching her fists, Sophia eventually exhaled… This was fine… This attitude was fine…! After all, once Xavia was gone, he’d surely choose to be with her…!
Regardless, once Zivon and Maison were back in the house, he began patting the snow off his shoulders while asking, “You cold?”
“I’m fine. That aside… Why’s Aunt Sophia’s phone still working? Also, I want to talk to Little Bun… Don’t worry, I won’t talk about Aunt or ask her anything. I just want to see how Little Bun’s been doing lately…” muttered the boy as he stared at his father with puppy dog eyes. Though he knew he needed to prioritize making his father happy… he also missed Little Bun a lot. Hell, he had even dreamt of Yulia falling off a cliff the night before…
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