Finn Wilson impatiently interrupted her, "I told you to listen. I don't want to say it a third time."
Timothy Grant: "..."
She thought it was just a snippet for Mrs. Wilson and Melody Sheffield to hear. However, as soon as she opened it, her face changed drastically after only hearing one sentence.
What was going on? Didn't she delete the earlier content?
"Mr. Wilson... this... I... It wasn't me..." Timothy Grant couldn't even come up with a lame excuse.
Wasn't it her who said those words? But it was clearly her voice.
"Mr. Wilson..." Timothy Grant's hands climbed onto Finn Wilson's arm. The dim lights at the community gate barely allowed her to see the man's profile; it was so cold and hard, totally opposite to the gentle and passionate image in her mind, making her feel a surge of timidity.
Finn Wilson lifted his arm, flinging off Timothy Grant's hand and lit a cigarette.
