Hearing his phone ring, he immediately picked it up.
A faint smile appeared on his face when he saw the photo.
"Beautiful."
"What?" The person on the video call had a look of utter confusion. 'What does he mean by that?'
Staring at Evan Fairchild through the screen was like looking at a stranger. He had worked with Evan Fairchild for so long, yet he never knew the man could even smile.
Melody Monroe hadn't even reached the photography studio when her phone rang.
Every time she sent Evan Fairchild a message, he would always reply in under a minute—sometimes, it was an instant reply. A one-second voice message containing a single word. She couldn't help but smile.
She picked up her phone again and sent a text: "Mr. Fairchild, you're so perfunctory. I'm going to shoot my costume photos now."
Evan Fairchild couldn't help but laugh when he saw the message.
