“Ms. Golding.”
Seeing the caller display, she answered the call.
“Ms. Golding.”
“Mm. How are you recovering?”
Anita had visited her when she was resting at home.
The two of them had kept in contact.
Elisa smiled. “Mm. I came back to work today.”
Anita’s brows furrowed slightly. “Can you go back to work in your condition?”
“It’s no problem. I can attend to your case at any time. Just call me.” Jean answered with ease.
Anita sighed. “That side is still looking for opportunities to drag it out. They even stopped me from submitting evidence, but the court has set a date for seven days from now.”
Elisa nodded. “No problem.”
“I can only count on you, Liz. My son’s custody can’t be taken away again.”
“Mm, I understand. Don’t worry.”
The two talked for a while more before they hung up, and Elisa resumed her work.
The company started to go ahead with various aspects because she was at work.
Linda was still at the mental hospital and couldn’t be discharged. It was her temporary refuge but also a prison.
Elisa started to work.
The morning passed quickly.
Ten minutes before her lunch break, Elisa’s cell phone suddenly rang.
—Kyle: ‘Are both of you free in the afternoon? Do you want to eat lunch together?’
This was her hacker group chat. They would talk to each other from time to time. As for jobs, the other two worked on them and made allowances for her. Sometimes she would feel bad and take a few of them.
Kyle was good-looking. He wouldn’t be inferior even if he stood next to Gareth and Will. His deep eyes, in particular, were fatally attractive to many young women.
That’s right. They were like moths to a flame. Women who fell in love with him would come to no good because he wouldn’t be moved by anyone.
When he saw Elisa, he put down his cell phone and tapped his bony hand on the table. He smiled at Elisa gently, “That was pretty fast.”
Elisa smiled and nodded. She sat down two seats away from him.
“You were so considerate by intentionally choosing a place so near me. It would be too much of me to be any slower, wouldn’t it?”
“Pfft.” Kyle raised his brows. “When did you become such a smooth talker?”
Elisa laughed gently. “What can I do? The world is like that, so I can only be slick and sly.”
Kyle was exasperated. He sized up Elisa and said, “You lost a lot of weight.”
Elisa’s lips curved a little. “You should praise me for keeping in shape.”
After that, the door of the private room opened.
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