"SEAN!!"

It could be Sean! It must be Sean! Who else can call her through this number? If not Sean, who else? Be couldn’t think of anyone else to call her through this number.

Be could feel her heart tighten, but she immediately brushed aside the heavy feeling. After exhaling several times to calm herself, she answers the call.

"Hello…"

"Hello, good afternoon, Miss Arabe Donovan. I’m sorry if my call disturbed you in any way." A woman’s voice greeted her quickly but politely, startling Be.

’A woman’s voice. But not her friends. Sounds like a dignified, well-educated woman. Who is this woman? I don’t recognize her voice at all! How did she get my personal phone number?’

Be was confused. She nced at the number on her cell phone screen. After carefully checking, she found that it was a local cell phone number.

’This caller must be a stranger to me. Why could this woman call me?’

Her cell phone number was private; even her parents didn’t know it. She had also asked Stefan to block anyone not on her phone’s contact list from calling, messaging, or tracking her GPS location through the phone. Stefan has made the application exclusively for her. No one could break through unless they had a hacker with abilities simr to Stefan’s.

’This...’

Be immediately turned on the recording before answering the call.

"I’m sorry. But I have to interrupt you. Who are you? How did you get my number? I don’t have your number in my contact list." she calmly asked, sessfully hiding her confusion.

"Oh, my. Where’s my manners... My sincere apology, Miss Arabe... I should have introduced myself first."

Be could hear the woman sounding a little embarrassed without losing her politeness. Still, she said nothing, patiently waiting for this woman to answer her question.

"Once again, I apologize to you, Miss. My name is Amanda Spencer. Maybe you’ve heard my name before from Sean? I’m Sean Spencer’s aunt. You are Miss Arabe Donovan, right?" Amanda’s voice sounded so gentle anyone who heard the tone would think she was trying not to upset Be.

But Be failed to notice Amanda Spencer’s gentleness; she was utterly shocked to hear her name.

’What!? Amanda Spencer? Sean’s aunt?’ Be repeated the woman’s words inwardly.

Instantly, she felt her knees go weak, knowing she was talking to Amanda Spencer, someone she usually saw on television or the inte. Most importantly, she was Sean’s aunt.

Be silently gulped before greeting her back, "Hi—Hi..." She felt like a lump was in her throat. She cleared her throat before continuing, "Yes, I am. Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Amanda didn’t answer right away. Instead, sheughed lightly, delighted. Be’s private number was extremely challenging to obtain and to break. She could obtain and call the number only because of her resourcefulness and some luck.

Her curiosity about Arabe Donovan increased when she couldn’t trace her public registered ID. No information about her family details and home address could be found; she only knew her office address.

She guessed this was all because of her nephew, Sean, who protected Be’s identity. She felt lucky to finally have Be’s number yesterday.

Amanda really needed to contact Be because, after she told her sister-inw about Be, her sister wanted to meet Be, too.

"Oh yeah, lots of things. May I call you Be, or would you prefer me to call you Miss Arabe—"

"Be would be fine."

"Sounds perfect. Be, you can also call me Amanda."

"Sure…Amanda," Be answered as she sat down in the chair. She couldn’t stand while chatting with Amanda for too long because her knees were starting to give out. She was terribly nervous right now.

"Be, would you mind sparing a fraction of your precious time to meet me in person?"

More and more questions whirled around her mind upon hearing that Amanda wanted to meet her.

"Why do you want to meet me? To prevent me from seeing Sean?" Be wanted to ask like that, but she held back.

She saw no good reason why they should meet Amanda Spencer. It was better not to meet anyone rted to Sean now. In this situation, she needed to meet Sean first, not his aunt and anybody else in Spencer’s family.

However, Be’s mouth betrayed her. Subconsciously, she answered, "Okay, Amanda. But not today. Today, I’m still in another city..."

’Damn! Why did I answer so awkwardly like that?’ Be could only vent her frustration in her heart while secretly gritting her teeth, feeling frustrated.

"Thank you very much, Be. Oh, of course... You can decide when and where we should meet. But the sooner we meet, the better, Be. We have a lot of things to discuss, agree?"

Be was silent.

"By the way, I called you using my private phone number," Amanda said excitedly. "I hope you will save this number in your contact list. And, please, call me anytime you have the chance."

Be couldn’t turn back time to reject Amanda Spencer. Even though her heart felt heavy, she still answered awkwardly, "You can count on me, Amanda. I will contact you at the first opportunity I have..."

…

Five minutes had passed since Be ended the awkward phone call with Amanda Spencer.

The conversation was so shocking Be couldn’t do anything else. She was just sitting in her chair, her eyes still fixed on the dark screen of her cell phone. Her mind was filled with countless questions about why Amanda Spencer wanted to meet her.

Be immediately ruled out the possibility that Amanda wanted to meet her for business reasons. That was highly unlikely.

The only reason for this meeting was definitely rted to Sean because Amanda issued the Spencer ck Card for her — she might have misunderstood her rtionship with Sean.

"ck Card—" A smile slowly appeared on her lips. "There’s a good reason to meet Amanda Spencer. I have to return Spencer’s ck Card to her…" She couldn’t keep Sean’s family’s precious card.

Be ced her cell phone on the table. She briefly closed her eyes to force her mind to brush away what had just happened.