Chapter 490

The sound of John stifling a laugh came through the receiver, followed by his explanation. "It's not what you think, Ms. Fisher. Mr. Harold was just concerned about your safety. He had no intention of questioning your character." I was completely confused. "Questioning my... character?" He sighed. "The more I explain, the more confusing it gets," John's voice was urgent. He paused for a few seconds as though he had reached a resolute decision. "To be honest, Ms. Fisher, the reason I canceled my appointment with Caroline at the last minute was because Mr. Harold suddenly called me back." "I understand. Work comes first." "It's not work," John denied my assumption with a sigh. "Mr. Harold had a bit to drink, and now he's talking to the bougainvilleas in the yard." I was so surprised that I couldn't respond. The image of Bruce, impeccably dressed, squatting next to a few bougainvillea bushes and muttering to himself, seemed utterly unbelievable. "When I returned to the villa, I had