Bonnie sat up in her seat and stared dazedly in the direction Jim had left.
Where was he going? Was he leaving his car here?
What was she going to do?
Bonnie furrowed her brows and immediately took out her phone to call Jim.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable..." the operator's cold, emotionless voice rang out from the other end of the line.
Bonnie dialed his number again, and every time the call went through, the same automated voice would echo.
Jim was still on the phone with his assistant when he heard a second call coming in. He furrowed his brows and glanced at the screen.
The screen displayed Bonnie's number, and he instinctively sneered.
How shameless was this woman? She knew that he did not want her to find out about what he was doing here, yet she was calling to bug him.
The more she pestered him, the more repulsed he felt toward her!
With that, Jim blocked her number and continued talking on the phone to his assistant. "Have you stopped the man?"
The midday sun was beating down harshly on Bonnie's skin.
With the engine turned off and the car locked, Bonnie could not even wind down the windows.
She was covered entirely in sweat as though she was a fish out of water.
The sweat crept into the wound on her belly, making it tingle and itch slightly.
Bonnie called Jim over and over, but no matter how many times she did this, she could not get through to him. 2
Finally, as her phone battery was about to die, she tried to call Luna, but Luna's phone had been turned off too.
Joshua's was the same.
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