Chapter 195 My Precarious Girlfriend

Dalton's face has never been so icy to Ethan. A tempest of coldness built in his eyes from the time he got the phone. There was a noticeable chill in the air as he got closer to the automobile. No one dared to eavesdrop, and no one could hear the talk properly. The mere sight of his towering figure chilled everyone around him. What specifically transpired at home to incite such animosity in their normally calm boss? Dalton spent more than fifteen minutes on the phone. Nobody was brave enough to approach him. Even the sound of the rain carried his stifling tone. Dalton hung up the phone and dialed Otis from 007 instead. Nobody was brave enough to approach him. Even the sound of the rain carried his stifling tone. Dalton hung up the phone and dialed Otis from 007 instead. At the station, Otis remained. As the inquiry went on, his anger increased. A twinge of shame gripped his chest when he noticed Dalton's call. Dalton was blunt and direct. "I apologize for disturbing you at this time," he said courteously. Simply put, I want to talk to you about some concerning news I've received, sir. How would you respond if a public person utilized their position of authority to frame my girlfriend?