Chapter 1188 The phone rang for a long time, but Harold did not dare pick it up.
In the end, he had no other choice. He closed his eyes, picked up the call, and answered while stuttering, “G George...”
The person on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment before she chuckled in a clear and pleasant way. “What‘s wrong with you, Harold?”
When he heard the familiar voice, Harold’s eyes flew open in disbelief. “Grapie? Why did you call?”
‘George didn‘t call me? Why was I panicking, then?‘ “Yeah. It‘s me. Didn‘t you see the caller ID?” Ninian‘s sweet voice traveled over. It was laced with amusement.
Harold‘s face instantly turned red. He felt awkward.
The reporters whom he ignored still surrounded him. Harold waved his hand at them to chase them away. “Go. Shoo!”
As he spoke, he started ordering the hotel staff, “Get rid of all the flowers. They‘re embarrassing!”
Once he said that, he returned to the suite and slammed the door shut.
The reporters looked at each other at a loss outside the door.
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