After speaking, Greta ignored me. She seemed to be holding back something big, waiting to surprise me in the end. I didn't urge her either. Although Greta is a bit impulsive usually, she is still very smart.

I suddenly became curious and wondered if the private detective had started investigating. I opened my phone's message inbox, but found no reply from the detective. Instead, there was a red dot indicating a blocked message.

I clicked in and saw there were seven or eight intercepted unread messages inside. These messages all came from a strange number. After I finished reading the messages, I realized they were sent by Alberto.

I didn't expect Alberto to keep contacting me persistently, and the latest message was sent this afternoon.

I hesitated for a moment, but then I called Alberto. He answered the phone quickly.

"Hello? Is this Ms. Scott?" Alberto's voice was actually quite pleasant, very gentle, and he spoke with a refined elegance.

"Yes, I saw that you sent me several messages. Is there something you need?" I asked.

"It's okay. That night when you went back after drinking, I didn't know if you had safely returned home, so I sent a message to ask. But you didn't reply, and I was worried that calling directly would disturb you," Alberto answered somewhat embarrassedly.

I laughed a few times and said, "Thank you for your concern. I arrived home safely that night. I only saw your message today, it was intercepted by the system."

After a few seconds of silence, Alberto suddenly said in a helpless and angry tone, "I knew it would be like this. Tomorrow I'll go change my number!"

I didn't understand what Alberto meant, so he told me that he had worked as a salesman for a long time before. Because he made too many sales calls, his number was identified as a harassing call. He had already gone to the service center to remove the mark several times, but soon it would become a harassing call again.

To be honest, this reason made me laugh out loud.

When I laughed, Alberto laughed along with me. I didn't notice that Frederic had entered the room. Suddenly, Frederic spoke up, "Who are you chatting with so happily?"

I almost hung up the phone immediately and then stuffed the mobile phone under the pillow.

My action undoubtedly raised suspicions in Frederic. His face was very gloomy, like the sky before a storm with dense clouds, full of oppressive feelings that made people uneasy.

"Ruben again?" Frederic had already arrived at the bedside. He lifted my blanket and reached under the pillow to grab my phone.

"This is my personal matter!" I grabbed Frederic's wrist. At this moment, his half-rolled-up sleeve revealed a perfect line of muscles on his forearm.

Frederic dressed very slim and was like a walking hanger. However, when he took off his clothes, there was not an ounce of extra fat on his body. He was very strong and sturdy, so if I tried to stop him, there would be a great risk.

If I had a physical dispute with Frederic, I would definitely be the one at a disadvantage.

After I grabbed Frederic's wrist, he was already emitting a low pressure all over his body. With a sudden force, he turned around and grabbed my wrist. Without hesitation, I raised my other hand and prepared to hit him.

Since that night when we fought for most of the night, I discovered that this method could greatly relieve the anger in my heart.

Frederic quickly grabbed my other hand. I became like a fish on a chopping board.

"Frederic, we agreed not to interfere with each other's personal lives. I warn you, if you dare to hit me, we will both go down together!" I fearlessly met those cold, pitch-black eyes, trying to keep myself calm.

"I didn't hit women," Frederic said coldly.

That's true. In my previous life, Frederic and I had already reached the point of fighting to the death, but he never hit me. On the contrary, I was very angry at that time. Even if I had the chance to see him, I would cry and argue with him, and he would just push me away at most.

"Then you let go of me," I immediately twisted my wrist.

Frederic seemed to think that his actions were too cruel, and eventually released my hands. After regaining my freedom, I sat up from the bed and returned to a calm attitude. My tone was somewhat sad as I asked, "Frederic, what am I to you? Can you tell me?"