"Huh? You're not leaving?"
Just now, upon hearing Emma Aguirre's name, Albert Brown looked as if he had stepped in dog poo and was eager to leave.
How come at this moment, when Emma Aguirre had come and gone, Albert sat there as if his butt was magnetized to the seat, so stable?
Albert Brown had just sent the location to Amelia Sanchez. Without even lifting an eyelid upon hearing Oscar Wright's question, he casually replied, "I'll eat something before I leave."
Oscar looked at the untouched food on the table, truly curious.
Just as the dishes had been served, when it was the best time to eat, Albert Brown clearly showed that he was not hungry.
"Who made you change your mind?"
As he spoke, Oscar took advantage of Albert's inattention and stretched his head over.
Unfortunately, Albert was quite vigilant; Oscar had just seen the two words "Wife" on the phone when Albert turned off the screen.
"Oh, shoot! Albert Brown, you're actually chatting with your wife!"