Fiona Sutton finished speaking all in one breath, her chest heaving. She didn't know whether it was from running just now or from being angry.
On the other end of the phone, a hint of a smile crossed Yancy Hastings' face, and his wheat-colored skin couldn't hide his emotions.
"It's me."
"Uh..." Fiona Sutton was taken aback. It's actually Yancy Hastings?
Once again, she looked at the incoming call display. It was clearly a local landline.
"Damn it! Why didn't you say so earlier? You wasted my breath!"
She had been waiting for his phone call, but when she received it, she didn't show a pleasant demeanor.
Yancy Hastings held the phone. Behind him stood three military men in the same Camouflage Suits, obviously all waiting for him to finish the call.
"I was in the middle of a mission earlier but got called back. Now I have to go somewhere else."
He suddenly spoke. Fiona Sutton, who was sitting on the bench, was taken aback.
Huh? So? What is this tactless man trying to express?
