"Hello, who is it?" Sam's sweet voice comes from his cell phone.

Alisa's heart is trembling slightly. Sam's voice can bring her a deep sense of security.

"Sam, it's me..." Alisa says excitedly.

"Alisa!"

Sam gives a low cry, and there comes a voice, "President, the meeting is about to begin."

"Delay to ten minutes later..."

"OK!"

Alisa is silent. She realizes that she may disturb Sam. after all, it's working time.

"Alisa, I'm here, you say it!"

"Sam, I'm sorry. I'll spare you the job."

"It doesn't matter, Alisa. I've put it off. Alisa, where are you now? How is he to you? "

Sam's tone is very tense, showing a deep concern for her.

A warm flow from the atrium, Alisa has a kind of safe and warm feeling, eyes pan acid. She has no reason and wants to cry.

"Sam I..."

Alisa has no reason to think of that nightmare. If Davis is the devil who killed her family, what should she do?

"Don't be afraid, Alisa. If he doesn't treat you well, I'll pick you up. Just tell me where you are now."

Sam's voice gradually calms down, showing tolerance and security.

"No, it's OK. I have a matter to trouble you, Sam."

"Alisa, you said, how can you say that? Your business is my business."

Alisa's throat is tight, and after swallowing for a long time, she says softly, "It's my uncle. His name is Mark. He is caught by the security guard at Huaxia Bank the other day. Now he may be in a prison. Can you help me? I want to see him once." Sam is silent for a moment. "Alisa, I'll have someone check it right away. You can rest assured that I will give you a definite result soon."

Alisa breathes a long time. "Thank you, Sam!"

"Miss, Miss..." The sound of knocking at the door came. Alisa hangs up the phone in a hurry. She changes the card quickly, pulls the quilt over her body, pretends to be just waking up, and says lazily, "What's the matter?"

Ann's figure comes in, and her face is a little anxious. "Miss, young master just called back and said why did you turn off your cell phone?"

Alisa's heart suddenly jumps. Does Davis have a sixth sense? If she doesn't call sooner or later, she will call when she calls Sam.

"Oh, yes, I'll call him."

Ann looks at her doubtfully, nods, and retreats again. Before the figure is far away, Alisa's cell phone rings immediately. Alisa adjusts her mood and connects the phone.

"Alisa, why are you shutting down?"

As soon as she presses the answer button, she is scolded by Davis. Alisa quickly takes the phone away.

When he finishes, Alisa whispers, "I, I'm sleeping. Maybe I just had no electricity."

"Besides, I'm at home. You can't get a cell phone. You can call home!" Says Alisa with distressed.

Is this man's brain made of tofu? He has no idea.

"Well, did you manage it? Alisa, listen, if you dare to shut down the phone call again, See what I can do with you. "

Davis finishes, hangs up the phone angrily, leaving Alisa to rub her ears. Is he the president of ST group or not? How can he have so much spare time to vomit with her and call her back to scold her? How can she be Alisa!

It's not two minutes since she hangs up her cell phone, it rings again.

"Hello..."

"Prepare yourself. I'll take you out to play in the evening."

"My feet hurt. I don't want to go out."

Alisa will rather stay at home now and waits for the news from Sam.

"Don't you have a wheelchair? That's it! "Davis is overbearing to hang up.

Alisa's eyebrows are tied and her face is very tangled. Damn it, she's going to move out again. In fact, after the massage by the masseuse, her foot injury is almost as good as before.

At about six o'clock, Ann pushes her wheelchair in. "Miss, young master just told me..."

Alisa limps to her feet and shakes her hand. "Ann, I don't sit here. I can walk."

The old wheelchair gives people a very unlucky feeling, as if she will spend the rest of her life in this wheelchair.

With a shadow in her heart, Alisa refuses to sit down.

Ann is embarrassed to persuade, "Miss, don't be angry any more. It's good for you. Please just make do with it!"

"I won't sit..."

Just after Alisa's voice falls, Davis comes in from the door in a tall figure, and walks between the two men without expression.

"Young master, Miss won't take a wheelchair." Ann says.

Davis can't help but pick up Alisa and puts her in the wheelchair.

"Listen, Alisa, don’t be ungrateful."

Alisa's buttocks fall heavily. Before she can sit down, Davis pushes her wheelchair downstairs and holds her directly down the stairs.

Alisa knows that he is still angry about the shutdown, so she doesn't say anything at all. This man is so mean and revengeful.