Carl didn't take his phone. He just asked Sivan with a solemn look on his face, "Where's Kalyan?"
Kalyan was Carl's assistant. Carl had forgotten to take his phone with him for several times. Normally, it
was Kalyan who brought Carl his phone.
Kaylan knew it was Carl's mother's birthday today, so he would naturally bring Carl's phone to Carl's
parents' home. However, the person who came to deliver Carl's phone was not Kalyan, but Sivan.
Sivan said with a faint smile, "Kaylan's wife is going into labor. I happened to run into him just now, so I
offered to help him deliver your phone."
After Carl heard her words, his face softened a bit. Kalyan was a capable assistant, and had never
made mistakes like this.
Kalyan was probably in a hurry; otherwise, he would not ask Sivan to help him. Carl could understand
why Kalyan made such an inappropriate arrangement this time.
"What happened to your head?" Carl raised his chin when he saw the wound on Sivan's forehead.
"I got in a traffic accident and bumped my head." Sivan smiled as she spoke, as if she didn't care about
it at all.
Carl frowned.
He had paid some attention to Sivan because he wanted Jessica to admit that she cared about him.
But in his heart, Sivan was just Sivan, and she was no match for Jessica at all.
After all, Sivan was an artist in his company, and she got the accident because she came to send him
the phone.
Carl knew he should be concerned about her wound. But right now, his mother asked him to dance with
Jessica.
Carl turned to look at Jessica, but Nicole was looking for them at that moment.
Nicole only glanced at Carl and Jessica before coming up to them. She did not even notice that Sivan
was there.
"Carl, Jessica, it's your turn to dance. Why are you still here? I told you ... Who is she?" Nicole did not
see Sivan until she was standing beside Carl.
Nicole looked at Carl with a doubtful look on her face.
"Mrs. Jones, let's get in first." Jessica, who was quiet for a while, suddenly held Nicole's arm and said
with a smile on her face, "It's been a long time since I've seen you dance. Mrs. Jones, you and Mr.
Jones should take the lead and have the first dance...."
Nicole could tell that Sivan did not only come to chat with Carl, so she didn't ask again. She just smiled
and said to Jessica, "Okay, let's go inside."
Sivan watched as Nicole and Jessica go away. There was a flash of curiosity in her eyes as she asked,
"Mr. Carl, is that lady your mother?"
"Yes." Carl glanced at her and said impatiently, "Come with me."
He was impatient because Sivan had stopped him from dancing with Jessica. But Sivan was injured
because she was in a hurry to deliver his phone. He could not vent his anger at her no matter how
impatient he was.
Sivan could sense that Carl was impatient, so she just followed Carl meekly without saying another
word.
She had heard that Carl was from a wealthy. After she saw how young and graceful Nicole looked,
Sivan knew what she heard was the truth.
If she could marry Carl, she would become a member of a wealthy family. She would not need to work
so hard in the entertainment industry or be looked down upon by others if she could succeed.
Carl took Sivan into a room and asked a servant to help her apply the medicine. He was looking at his
phone all the time, and did not even want to spare her a glance.
Just as Nicole and Jessica went back to the hall, Nicole immediately asked Jessica, "Who is that girl?"
Jessica replied, "She's an artist from Carl's company."
"Then why does she know our address? Why did she come to look for Carl?" Nicole was a little angry.
Jessica knew Nicole probably thought that Carl played around with girls in his company...
That was Carl's own fault, because there were too many gossips about him in the past.
But Jessica still explained everything to Nicole on behalf of Carl, "She probably came here to deliver
Carl's phone. Carl's assistant's wife is going into labor, so he asked the girl to bring Carl his
phone."
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