Jazz's brows were knitted together, his voice deepening involuntarily. "Are you looking for Mark?"
"He took Charlotte away. I can't find Charlotte now, and his phone is turned off. Could you please help me see if he is there? If he is not there, I would need you t o help me go to his apartment."
Jazz eased up his brows. "Mark took away Charlotte? Didn't he inform you about it?"
"Do you think I would have let him take Charlotte away if he called me?" Summer asked back flatly.
This was a simple question. Mark knew that if he made the call, she would be suspicious, and might not even let Charlotte see him.
So he wisely chose not to inform her, but to pick up Charlotte directly.
"Okay, I see. I will help you now. Don't worry. Wait for my call." Jazz hung up and went to Mark's room.
Summer put her cell phone back into her handbag, and then went to the supermarket across the street and bought a bottle of mineral water. She then sat on a bench, sipping a mouthful of water as she calmly waited for Jazz's call.
Was she desperate?
No, she was not desperate, nor worried. He took Charlotte away because he knew he was Charlotte's dad.
Even if he might not like Charlotte, would he be so cruel to his biological daughter? The answer was an absolute no.
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