But she didn’t say much. She just kept urging me to leave as quickly as possible.
Before I could move, that man got up and blocked my path, his tone dripping with arrogance.
“Kid, you’re not going anywhere today!”
“In the capital, our President Jones is the sky. You hit me; might as well say you’ve torn the sky apart!”
I took a deep breath and called my wife.
“I heard from your assistant that you’re the sky in the capital. Then today, I’ll tear the sky apart myself.”
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Right now, I only want to ask Kylie Jones one thing.
In those six years, how had she raised our daughter to allow her assistant to lay hands on her like that?
“I don’t care who you are or how you got my number.”
Her voice on the other end was cold as ice.
“Just for that threat alone, no one can save you.”
The call cut off the next second, so fast I didn’t even get the chance to speak.
I stood there, stunned, still clutching the phone.
She didn’t recognize my voice. She didn’t even recognize my number.
This was my old number from six years ago. She hadn’t even saved it.
Six years of longing, six years of waiting, shattered in an instant.
As the call ended, her assistant sneered beside me.