When Natasha Martin saw the news on her mobile phone, she fell silent.
For some reason, the news that Jian Bishop was the eldest son of the Jian Family in Hong Kong had been made public by the public media, and in the morning, her family had just told her about it.
Could it be that her father had made Jian Bishop's identity public? In order to force her to dismiss Jian Bishop?
At the thought of this, she became even more depressed. She crawled on the bar counter, her eyes full of confusion and complexity. "Wenning, come on, continue to drink with me..."
In her handbag, her cell phone rang, but she couldn't hear it at all in the bar, where the music was deafening.
In the Fenglin Garden, Jian Bishop stood at the gate of the villa and dialed Natasha Martin's number again and again. She listened to the words inside again and again, "I'm sorry that no one answered the phone you dialed..." Jian Bishop frowned.