Chapter 1792


    "Seriously, all the kids these days are glued to their phones, right? Let''s have a little wager. See who


    canst thirty minutes without touching their phone. Winner gets a cool 5 million."


    Arabe''s ears perked up at that. Easy money?


    "Just not touch my phone, that''s it?"


    "Yup, you can do whatever else you want, just no phone. Can''t even nce at the screen. Wanna give


    it a shot?"


    Though Arabe thought the game sounded prettyme, it was Sean''s idea, so she decided to y


    along.


    "Okay, I''m in."


    "Great. Check your other messages on your phone, and after five minutes, we''ll start. I''ll be waiting in


    the living room."


    Watching Sean''s excited figure leave, Arabe couldn''t quite understand his enthusiasm. She quickly


    replied to a few messages on her phone, instructed her team to hold off contacting her for the next half-


    hour, then powered off her device and headed to the living room.


    Meanwhile, Sean messaged David, [Be is in tears tonight.]


    David instantly shot back a message, [What happened? Who''s messing with her??]


    [Wanna know the deets? Wire me 5 million, and I''ll spill.]


    [Yeah, right.] Knowing Sean was likely trying to scam him, David texted, [Be wouldn''t cry even at the


    end of the world. Plus, if she was upset, I''d just call her.]


    Pay him?


    [Be is pretty bummed out; doubt she''ll answer your calls, but feel free to give it a go,] Sean replied,


    noticing Arabe descending the stairs. He quickly added, [Gotta gofort her now.]


    Arabe ced her phone on the coffee table, and Sean did the same with his.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    "Game on."


    They sat opposite each other, and Sean started recounting his adventures over the years in Belloria.


    Back on David''s end. He tentatively texted his sister, asking what she was up to. No response. He tried


    calling her.


    Five minutes passed, ten minutes, David was getting anxious, [What’s on earth going on? Don’t fool


    me around. If you want money, I can give you, but was Be bullied by someone? Did you see it with


    your own eyes? How can she be mistreated since you are with her??]


    Hearing his phone buzzed, Sean knew David was getting anxious. Sure enough, he bombarded Sean


    with messages, and when Sean didn''t reply, he resorted to calling him repeatedly.


    "You’re pretty busy?" Arabe was surprised at the barrage of calls within such a short span, "Why


    don''t you pick up? It won''t count against the game."


    "That wouldn''t be right," Sean said, ncing at the clock. Only eight minutes to go. He continued to


    regale Arabe with the story of how he first suspected something fishy about the fire at the health


    clinic.


    Unable to wait any longer, David transferred the money. Sean''s phone pinged with a notification of the


    transfer, seven minutes left in the game.


    [Sean, I''m sorry. I shouldn''t have taken your money before. Please tell me what''s wrong with Be? Is it


    bad? I can''t stand the thought of her crying. I wired you the cash, now spill! Sean, my dear Sean, just


    reply, please! Just this time!!]