Chapter 917: Wanting to Crash into Her

She woke up groggy and unrested. In her dreams, many faces appeared—Marilyn's, Cyrus's, and Nelson's. They tormented her nerves, and the pain kept reflecting back onto her. "Ah!" Callie woke up with a start. She looked at the vibrating phone beside her, feeling a psychological shadow. The caller ID showed it was Jamir. She took a moment, got up to pour herself some water, and answered the call, "What's up?" There was a moment of silence on the other end before a voice asked, "Your voice sounds off. Just woke up?" Callie glanced at the time; it was five in the afternoon. She denied it, "No." "Just got word that Cyrus is missing." Callie closed her eyes, wanting to say she knew this news earlier than him but feigned ignorance, "How did he go missing?" "He was taken away last night, whereabouts unknown," Jamir's tone was probing, "You didn't know?" "Jaquan must be going crazy," Callie responded with a cold laugh. Jamir didn't speak for a while. Then he said, "It'll take me some