Chapter 220

Haydn Soros darted a glance at the screen but did not pick up the call. He allowed that odd but magical ringtone to continue reverberating throughout the tiny noodle restaurant. Then, he tossed a piece of red note, pulled Jane by the arm, and hastened to his car.

In the car, Haydn Soros finally recalled that Jane was about to tell him something. “Oh right, what were you trying to say earlier? What did you want to tell me?”

“I…” ‘want to tell you about my past.’ Initially, the woman on the fron