None of them...
"Impossible, I clearly called so many times..." Victoria Gibson clutched her cell phone, her face turning pale in an instant.
When she looked up at Chad Yakov again, she couldn't utter a single word.
Holding her phone like a child who had done something wrong.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Chad Yakov's hand gripping her chin suddenly tightened.
Victoria Gibson winced in pain, furrowing her brows, trying to back away, but he wouldn't allow it.
"You still have the chance to make me believe you're not trying to leave me." Chad Yakov's thin lips slightly parted, his voice carrying a hint of demon-like allure, slowly echoing in her ear.
"Tell me, what are you going to Mexico with Freddy Nelson for?"
It's not eloping, there must be a reason to go to Mexico.
He could believe her, that the call history was erased by someone.
