Before she could send the text, a call came in. It was a foreign-looking number.


    Rosalie answered the call. "Hello?"


    A mature-sounding voice of a middle-aged man greeted her. "Ms. Young, it''s me."N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    The voice sounded very familiar, from someone she just heard today. It was clearly Sebastian''s father, Geoffrey.


    Rosalie''s mind buzzed. "Mr. Carter?"


    Geoffrey''s voice sounded peaceful and courteous, a stark contrast from how cold he had sounded when talking to Sebastian.


    Rosalie thought she must have heard him wrongly. Why did Sebastian''s father sound so calm and kind?


    Geoffrey seemed to have sensed her surprise over his sudden call, and exined leisurely, "Don''t worry. I''m not calling to reprimand you."


    Doubtful, Rosalie asked, "How may I help you, then?"


    "Is Sebastian still with you?"


    "He''s left. The moment he received your call, he went off to work." Then she added, "He''s very hardworking and very outstanding, for that matter." "It seems you regard him highly," Geoffrey said lightly. There was no sarcasm or anger in his voice, and it even sounded as though he was smiling. "Yes," Rosalie replied honestly. "He is a man worthy of my high regard. You have a very outstanding son."


    "Haha..." Geoffreyughed.


    Rosalie heard his heartyughter, and found it difficult to imagine that this man was blowing his top just moments ago. The look on his face when he wanted to make a move on his own son was frighteningly fierce and vicious.


    Yet right now, he sounded just like a kind elderly man. Was he just capricious, or was there another reason for this? "Seems like you really like my son," Geoffrey concluded.


    ?


    Rosalie''s heart leaped. Fearing he might misunderstand, she hurriedly exined things to him. "Sebastian and Dare just good friends. Things between us are merely tonic."


    "Is that so? Merely tonic? You might not be aware of this, but he''s been cking off at work recently because of a woman. When I yelled at him for it, he refused to tell me who that woman was. Ms. Young, you''re that woman, aren''t you?"


    "Mr. Carter, you''ve misunderstood," Rosalie said. "I''m not that woman. I''m just friends with Sebastian. Please don''t get the wrong idea."


    "Is that so? How do you know you''re not that woman?"


    "Because Sebastian told me himself that he fancied another woman."


    "Oh, so what''s her name?"


    "Pardon me," Rosalie apologized. "I can''t tell you that. Since Sebastian doesn''t want you to know that, I naturally can''t."


    She was also convinced Geoffrey would be able to find that out if he really wanted to.


    "Fine," Geoffrey said, not wanting to put her in a difficult spot. "Whatever it is, it''s clear that you share a good rtionship with my son."


    "Mr. Carter, did you call me just to say these? If you have something else, please speak your mind."


    Since he made it clear he wasn''t calling to reprimand her, Rosalie was curious as to why he was calling.


    “Alright, I''ll cut straight to the chase. How did you get to know President Harper of Apex Bank?"


    "Is that very important, sir? I have no obligation whatsoever to answer you."


    Geoffrey wasn''t angry to hear it. "I''m just curious, and I need a favor from you."


    Rosalie chuckled. "Mr. Carter, you''re a man with both power and status. Why would you need a favor from someone as significant as me? You must be joking."