I put my phone away and was about to get in the car.But then, I heard someone say, "Tsk, what a busy girl."The male voice was laced with sarcasm, which made me reflexively turn toward it.I froze when I saw who was leaning against the wall—it was Noah's uncle, Mr. Ashford."First, you managed to coax your ex-husband into willingly working for you for free. Next, you had the owner of a small pharmacy chain donate medical equipment for you. "Then, you spent the whole night conversing with an academic professor. And lastly, you still remembered to buy food for your 'little brother' before you went home."Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your methods and time management skills are truly impressive, Ms. Quill," Mr. Ashford stated.I was stunned. His comment about my time management skills wasn't wrong—my day had indeed been packed.But still…"Why do you know what I've been doing all day, Mr. Ashford?" I questioned.Had he been monitoring me?Mr. Ashford seemed to be able to tell what I was thi
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