To the Love of My Life

By this time, almost everyone in the private room was drunk. Hearing his question, they all appeared startled. After a while, a tipsy Mr. Kentala finally stood up, pointed around the room, and demanded, “Who took Mr. Burton’s phone? Hand it over now….”

Mr. Taylor was so drunk he could barely stand. He tried to get up from the sofa only to slump down weakly again. He began to speak with an angry expression, but his words came out unevenly, interspersed with hiccups, “Call… call your manager here for me!”

The woman sitting next to Mr. Taylor giggled tipsily, her words slurred, “Why are you men so angry? The phone… the phone is with me…”

With that, she got up unsteadily, took out the phone from her low-cut neckline, staggered to Steve’s side, held it up and waved it at him, “Mr. Burton, are you looking for… for this phone?”

The smell of alcohol was overpowering as the woman opened her mouth, even followed by a loud hiccup.

Steve frowned, taking a step back. Looking at the phone in the woman’s hand, he frowned in disgust and extended two fingers to take it.

The woman teased him, hiding the phone behind her while flirting with him, “Mr. Burton, your phone was left on the sofa and I put it away for you… Do I get a reward? No reward, no phone…”

Steve, usually averse to dealing more than necessary with frivolous women, realised his phone was left in the private room due to his own carelessness. So, hearing her words, he took out his wallet without hesitation, pulled out a wad of banknotes without even looking at them, and threw them at the woman.

Overjoyed, the woman handed Steve his phone and bent over to pick up the cash.

Steve, who initially just wanted to check the time on his phone, unlocked the screen and found the first item on the call records was Ruby Gregory’s.

Steve’s brows furrowed slightly as he checked the details of the call record, only to see that Ruby had made a call about ten minutes ago.

And someone had answered it.

What could Ruby want to tell him in the middle of the night?

Steve’s phone was set to automatically record calls, so without any hesitation he quickly got a Bluetooth earpiece, put it on, and played the recording.

The call Ruby had made lasted more than a minute, but only three sentences were spoken.

“Hello?”

“You’re looking for Mr. Burton, aren’t you?”

“But, I suggest you better deal with him tomorrow. Mr. Burton is very busy tonight…”

The three sentences were all spoken in a woman’s voice, but it was not Ruby’s.

In other words, a woman had answered his phone?

In the middle of the night, on the rare occasion when Ruby made a phone call to him, was it a woman who answered it?

The first thought that flashed in Steve’s mind was that Ruby had misunderstood him…

His face instantly darkened as he swept his gaze over the tipsy, flirtatious women in the room, demanding, “Who answered my phone?”

Steve’s tone was bit cold and while not loud, it was forceful enough for everyone in the room to sober up slightly.