"Brother Carter, are you alright?"
A girl's voice came through the phone.
Carlos closed the door, leaving a room filled with cold air, Emily opened her eyes, and sighed softly.
"I was in a competition just now, heard you had an accident, I was really worried, but I couldn't get away at the moment.
The competition just ended, and I've made it to the final.
Where are you? I'll come see you right now."
"No need, I just scraped myself a little,"
Carlos answered somewhat indifferently.
The competition just ended?
What about Emily?
Carlos's brows tightened, just then, Faye Manor called him to go drinking.
At the bar, Faye was drinking sullenly.
Faye had a bleak look on his face,
"I've been dumped, my goddess actually got married early."
"Which goddess of yours."
Carlos poured a glass of liquor and took a sip.
"Who else but Emily, that No. 36."
Carlos gripped the glass in his hand tightly.
