In Arielle's eyes, detectives were quick-witted, highly capable, and tactful with words. Xavier, however, was simple and honest.
“I've got to get moving now. Seize time to give Vinson a call, okay?” he reminded before striding off.
Arielle called Vinson right after he left.
It was past midnight in Chanaea. Vinson had just settled his work matter in the study room of the Nightshire residence.
A while ago, Harvey had texted that he had Harrison's permission to look for Arielle in Turlen with Vinson. Hence, the former requested Vinson to notify him before they were supposed to set off.
Nonetheless, Vinson was well aware of how Harrison doted on Harvey. Furrowing his brows, he wondered why the elderly would allow Harvey to take the risk of following him there.
He planned to give Harrison a call to have a grasp of the situation when it rang abruptly.
“Hello!” He answered the phone, his voice low and deep.
It seemed like ages since Arielle had last heard his voice. The moment she heard the familiar voice she had been longing for, she was on the brink of tears instantaneously. Seconds later, tears started to trickle down her cheeks. Holding her phone, she could not even utter any words.
“Hello?” Vinson knitted his brows, suspecting that it could be a prank call. He was about to hang up, but caught his breath the next second.
“Darling, it's me!” A familiar voice sounded from the other end of the line.
Astounded, Vinson got to his feet instantly. “Sannie, is that you? Am I hearing things?”
“Darling, it's me! Oh, my... I miss you so much!” Arielle yelled. Tears started flowing down her cheeks like streams.
Before that, she would not have the courage to call Vinson repeatedly with the endearment, feeling awkward about expressing her affection toward him.
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