The mobile phone rang, and she freed up one hand to grab it.
"Hello?" The voice was soft, carrying a hint of frailty.
As soon as Alexander Guillen heard this voice, he sensed something was up, "Fluffy, it's Sister Fiona."
Sister Fiona?
Fluffy Zane lowered the phone, took a look, and indeed, the remark showed the three words, Sister Fiona.
Her heart sank, she immediately closed the famous masterpiece, and sat up straight, "Sister Fiona, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, just wanted to ask, how have you been lately?"
Guillen Junior, from the start of his work, had never experienced a proper nine-to-five. Every day was a paper~drunken~gold~dream, lingering amidst the flower bush before he called it a day.
Now, something is amiss, suspicious.
Too suspicious!
The only person Alexander Guillen could think of who could make him act so suspiciously, besides Fluffy Zane, was no one.
Perhaps he has fallen for someone?
