When Kyla walked out of the train station and saw the familiar yet strange scenery, she could not help feeling emotional.
She grew up in this city, fell in love with Martin Weiss here, and was sent to prison here. In the end, she chose to escape tMason Swansonty.
Today, she came back to tMason Swansonty of her own accord.
She took a deep breath, took out her phone, and called Martin Weissâs number. However, all she got in reply was a busy signal. She could not get through at all.
Kyla hesitated and dialed another number.
She got the number after she and Martin Weiss separated. One afternoon, Martin Weiss sent her a message with the number.
He said she could call the number if she needed anything and someone would help her.
Just a moment later, the call got through and a manâs voice came from the other end of the line. âHello⦠Is this Miss Kyla?â
Kyla hurriedly replied, âAh. Yes, itâs me! And you areâ¦â
âIâm Chairman Weissâs personal secretary. Chairman Weiss told me you can tell me if you need anything!â they replied respectfully.
âI want to see Martin Weiss. Iâm already at L Cityâs train station. But I canât get through to him on his phone. Can you get in touch with him for me?â she said.
As soon as she said that, the other end of the line was silent for a few seconds before the person said, âWell⦠Iâm afraid that may be a little difficult. Mr. Weiss said heâll never see you again, Miss Corbyn. Thatâs why he asked me to take handle all of your matters.â
Kyla only tasted bitterness in her mouth. She was the one who requested him not to see her again, but nowâ¦
âI have something important to tell him in person. Please help me contact him,â she said in a panic.
They said, âMiss Corbyn, are you at L Cityâs train station? Why donât I pick you up first? Weâll talk about the rest after we meet.â
Kyla thought about it and said, âOkay.â Then, she gave him her exact location.
âThere should be a KFC there. You can order a drink and wait there. Iâll be there in about half an hour,â they said.
âOkay,â replied Kyla.
Half an hour later, a white car pulled up in front of the KFC outlet.
A polite-looking man with glasses in his 30s stepped out of the vehicle.
After looking around, he walked up to Kyla. âHello, Miss Corbyn. Iâm Chairman Weissâs personal secretary-Mallory Malcom. You may call me Mallory,â he said.
He must have seen her photo or something from Martin Weiss, so that was why he could recognize her immediately.
âHello,â said Kyla.
âHave you booked any accommodation, Miss Corbyn?â asked Mallory Malcom.
âI booked Home Inn,â said Kyla.
It was one of those chain hotels where the locations were mediocre but their prices were affordable.
Mallory Malcom frowned a little and said, âWhy donât I arrange somewhere else for you, Miss Corbyn?
Itâs not very convenient for you to stay in such a hotel when youâre pregnant. Thereâs no panic button or anything of the like in small hotels if anything happens, so they canât come to assist you in time.â
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