You Can Only Choose One

Late at night, in Evans' chamber.

Suddenly, the mobile phone resounded, disturbing the peacefully slumbering Evans Shore.

In a drowsy state, he reached for the phone and noticed an unfamiliar number, nonchalantly dismissing it without a second thought.

However, the phone continued to ring relentlessly, one call after another. Instantly, he became fully awake and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"It's me." The voice on the other end was cold and irritable, as if forcibly suppressing the scorching lava beneath a volcano.

"I am aware," Evans sarcastically chuckled, devoid of any warmth. "Bombarding someone's phone in the dead of night like a maniac, who else could it be but you?"

The other person seemed to smirk as well, impolitely inquiring, "Where is she? Has she been affected?"

Evans remained silent for a moment, and the other person grew increasingly agitated.

"Speak up! How is she?!"