Pursuing My Ex Wife in Full Blooming Spring

"How is it, how is it?"

Jonas listened to the words coming through the phone, steady to the extreme, without a hint of strangeness. However, he knew that Scott already had an idea in his heart. The busy signal beeped, and he took the phone down.

Dylan, seeing Jonas taking down the phone, hurriedly asked. It was a nervous excitement, urgent beyond measure. Jonas put the phone aside and said, "He said he understands."

"Ah? He understands?"

"And then?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing, nothing at all?"

Dylan was stunned.

After all the efforts, Jonas spent the whole night, and the person just dismissed it with a simple 'I understand"?

It was simply unbelievable!

Dylan sat there, mouth agape, unable to react for a while.

Jonas thought of something, looked at the sky outside, then raised his hand to check his wristwatch, and said, "It's eight o'clock. You have to go to work soon, right?"

Hearing this, Dylan's brow jumped, and immediately slapped his forehead, "Damn it! I forgot about this!"

He got up immediately, rushing outside while saying, "Call me if there's anything!"Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Today, there's a meeting to summarize the findings after exploring various cultural and historical relics in Herland. Then, they would discuss what objects to carve, how to arrange them, and how to design them before placing them in the newly built museum.

This matter could not be handled casually.

Dylan disappeared from the living room at lightning speed.

Jonas sat there, sipping tea, listening to the roaring sound of the engine as the audacious rumble of the car departed from the villa.

As Dylan mentioned, the

misunderstanding was substantial

at the moment, and he was

uncertain how Scott would resolve such a dilemma. However, he felt that, though challenging, the problem was not insurmountable for Scott.

Ice-cold silence flickered in Jonas's eyes. After a while, he picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Keep a close eye on Charles, Naomi, as well as the situation with the Queens and Amelia. Report to me at any time."

"Yes."

Dylan's car sped away, but even so, the thoughts in his mind raced faster. He felt that, by noon today, when he had a bit of time, he must make a call to that person.

He needed to know what was going on in that person's mind, making sure not to lose. He could not allow his good friend to lose, even though sometimes that person's words were quite provocative.

Dylan pondered, the gears in his

mind turning@apidly. He had to figure out a way to help that person Suddenly, a flash of insight crossed Dylan's mind. His eyes brightened, immediately flicked on the turn signal, pulled the car to the side of the road, and dialed Jonas's number.

"Hello."

In no time, the cold voice came through, and Dylan promptly said, "You have information on Amelia, right?"

There was a brief silence on the phone, and Jonas's voice followed. "Do you have time right now?"

Upon hearing these words, Dylan became impatient, speaking rapidly, "Mind your own business, quickly send me all the information on Amelia! Hurry up, now, immediately!" "I'll send it to you," Jonas was straightforward.

Shortly after, Dylan's phone chimed, and an email arrived. Dylan saw it and immediately said, "By the way"

Beep, beep, beep.

The phone was beeping with a dial tone.

Jonas hung up.

Dylan was instantly annoyed. He did not even finish speaking. Why did he feel like this person was just like that other one? It was infuriating!

Dylan called Jonas again. Jonas answered, but before he could say anything, Dylan quickly said, "You have Amelia's private contact information, right?"