The balcony door wasn't fully closed, and Stephen Wilson could faintly hear Emerie Wilson's complaints: "Why did you meet him? He's just a fraud."
"Don't worry, I'll handle it," Benjamin Walton laughed as he soothed Emerie Wilson, "Don't you trust me?"
The two gradually walked away. Stephen Wilson leaned against the balcony, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and a peculiar smile appeared on his lips.
He hadn't finished his cigarette when his phone suddenly rang. Upon seeing the caller ID name, Stephen Wilson frowned irritably and picked it up.
The moment the call connected, Lily Warren's nagging voice came through: "Stephen, where are you? I can't find you anywhere."
"You're looking for me? You're here too?" Stephen Wilson abruptly stood up straight, asking incredulously.
