The text message was sent from an unfamiliar phone number.
Enna Clark curiously opened the message.
Inside was just a brief sentence—Miss Clark, since you've chosen to break up with Baron, I hope you won't keep pestering him anymore. Thank you.
The text didn't have a signature, but a name automatically popped into Enna Clark's mind—Skye Lawrence!
This text message was from Skye Lawrence.
Her gaze was locked onto the last sentence, gripping the phone tightly.
Just then, the phone started vibrating, a call was coming in. Enna Clark answered, and Olivia Lewis's excited voice came through the receiver, "Oh my gosh! Enna! I saw the news! What's going on, are you really with Lyle Westbrook?"
Enna Clark's ears buzzed from her noise, furrowing her brows, helplessly rubbed her temples to deny, "No. What exactly does the news say? Why is everyone asking me this?"
