This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr novel Chapter 384

This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr Chapter 384

Toby grunted and hung up.

Two hours went by after that. By then, Sonia had landed in Norfolk. Rebecca pushed her out and hailed a ride to go to their hotel.

Daphne had gotten them a business suite with two rooms. The smaller room came with a bed too, and now Rebecca was staying in it. Sonia couldn’t see the room, but since it was a smaller one, it must be cramped, so she smiled sheepishly at Rebecca. “Sorry for having you stay in that room, Rebecca.”

“It’s fine.” Rebecca sat on her bed, swinging her legs. “It’s still fine. I like it, actually. I’m just staying for a night or two, so it’s no big deal. I’ve stayed in smaller rooms. Heck, I’ve slept in the wilds before, so it’s nothing.”

Sonia was relieved to hear that.

Rebecca looked at the time. “It’s still early. The show’s starting at night, so do you want to get some rest?”

“Sure. I’m getting dizzy anyway.” Sonia massaged her temples.

“I’ll help you to your bed.” Rebecca stood up and went toward her.

After Sonia had fallen asleep, Rebecca tiptoed out of the room and called Carl.

Carl picked up a moment later. “What is it?” He sounded hoarse.

“Miss Reed’s here in Norfolk.” Rebecca stopped before the elevator.

Carl had just finished his rehearsal and was taking a break in the spectator seat. When he heard that, he stopped wiping his sweat off. “She’s here?”

“Yes. She’s here for your show. You invited her, didn’t you? She would never go back on her word, so here she is. But why didn’t you take her call?” Rebecca pressed the elevator’s button.

Carl stared down at the floor. “No reason.”

Rebecca snorted. “As if. I know you’re afraid. You don’t know how to face her, do you? You’re a twisted man who wants her all for yourself, but on the other hand, you’re holding that urge down. That’s why you’re acting like a child and running away from her. Isn’t that exhausting?”

Carl’s face fell, for Rebecca hit the bullseye. “Enough. What are you getting at?”

Rebecca pursed her lips. “Miss Reed doesn’t blame you for what happened back then, so stop hiding. She’s worried for you. And she’s the victim here, not you. How could you let her worry about you? Grow up, Master Carl.”

Carl was visibly upset at that point. “You’re in no position to lecture me, Rebecca.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “I am not lecturing you. This is just a reminder. See a therapist, will you? At this rate, you’ll end up going out of control and hurting Miss Reed. And here’s another thing. When you see her tonight, you have to stay calm no matter what, get it?”

“What? Why? What happened to her?” Carl gripped his phone tightly, noticing that something was wrong.

Rebecca sighed. “I can’t tell you yet because I don’t want to ruin your show. You’ll find out after your show’s done. The elevator’s here, so talk later.” She hung up without saying another word, as if Carl wasn’t the boss she needed to respect. Well, he wasn’t her boss in public. He was only her boss if they were in the Hayes residence.

Carl looked at his phone’s home screen and squinted. He was just about to hack into the system and find out what happened to Sonia when his manager came over. “The second rehearsal’s starting, Carl. You need to get into position.”