Chapter 130- mediator

By the end of these conversations, they could only comfort each other, telling themselves to let go.

On Saturday morning, Laurent was at home, enjoying a rare day off. She planned to help her mother with some housework and clean the house.

However, she received a call from Morrison. She had no idea why Morrison was calling her, and she couldn't help but feel uneasy, wondering if he wanted to ask her for Marylin's contact information. If that was the case, she would definitely scold him fiercely.

She still remembered clearly the way Morrison had looked at Marylin last time. Sometimes Laurent would think, what kind of woman could handle a man like Morrison? And how strong would that woman's heart have to be to accept such a flirtatious man?

"Laurent—"

When she answered the phone, Morrison's voice came through, sounding incredibly pitiful.

Laurent felt a chill run down her spine.

"Is there something you need, Mr. Morrison?"