When Constantine Stewart received the call, he was still at his private residence on Fulham Road. Hearing her voice soft and vaguely choking, without saying a word, his handsome face instantly darkened. He grabbed the car keys and headed out with slippers on to get the car.
"Chloe, give the phone to a passerby near you." The man instructed in a low voice.
"Hello, this is ** Road. This young lady might be feeling unwell, she can't speak." A kind passerby answered the phone, seeing Chloe squatting by the road, her face unclear and unrecognizable.
"Please look after her for me, I'm driving over now. Don't hang up the phone." The voice on the other end of the line was exceptionally deep, carrying the intimidation of someone accustomed to being in high positions. Originally just intending to answer the phone, the passerby was stunned into nodding, obediently standing by Chloe, suddenly feeling like he was entrusted with a mission by a big boss.
