Braden put his mobile phone away and returned to Anne's side. He reached out to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight and squinted. "Honey, we may need to go back early."
"Alright. By the way, have you called Shane?"
"Well..." Braden suddenly remembered that he had asked everyone except the other party. "I'll ask him now."
Shane didn't answer his phone. It was 9 o'clock in the morning, which should be around 8:30 in the morning back there. Shane should have woken up.
After several calls, someone finally picked up the phone.
"Speak." Shane's voice was hoarse, his tone impatient.
"What the hell is going on? Christopher called me out of nowhere and said he won't be taking me as an enemy."
"He withdrew his shares. He apparently returned 5% of his original shares to me."
"What? So you two turned against each other?"
"Ha."
"Stop sneering. What has actually happened?"