The sharp buzzing of the phone brought Eileen back to her senses.

She pushed Rafael away, gasping for breath, "Ph-phone, it should be Trish calling."

Then, she hastily answered the call, "Trish."

"Phew—you answered! I was so worried. How did it go? That old bastard didn't give you a hard time, did he?"

Eileen didn't dare to look at Rafael behind her, "No, I've already left."

"As long as you've left. Wait, why are you breathing so heavily? Could it be that old bastard is chasing after you? I'll come over right now to find you..."

"No, no need," Eileen hurriedly said, "I'm fine. Maybe I was just too nervous....