Chapter 658: Public Fury

He climbed out of bed, stood on the sleek, icy solid wood floor, and with three steps merging into two, he trotted over to his wardrobe.

Crouching, he bent down to open the lowest drawer of his wardrobe, earnestly rummaging under the sheets of paper adorned with simple sketches to find his cell phone.

It took him a few minutes to boot up his phone which hadn't been used for a long time. Chad then handed the phone over to Cyrus, prompting him to take over.

Nodding, Cyrus reached out to take the phone.

Most of the time when Justin Battleson called Charlotte, it was Cyrus who answered. After a few times, he had memorized Justin's number.

After weighing his thoughts for a few seconds, Cyrus's aesthetically pleasing fingers tapped lightly on the screen. Within a few seconds, a complete number was entered.

Under the scrutiny of three pairs of eyes, he dialed the number.