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Call Me One More Time The man in the back seat of the car closed his laptop on his lap, and he looked at Zoey. His thin lips moved slightly as he spoke that sentence. Zoey looked at him with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his straight nose, giving him a restrained yet sexy look. She leaned in, extending her index and middle fingers to dance on his arm, tracing along his arm all the way up to his shoulder, neck, and finally his handsome chin, before pinching it. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Excuse me, sir, who do you think you are to speak such frivolous words to me?" Russell chuckled lightly and reached out to wrap his arm around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace. "I was your man." When Troy opened the driver's cabin door, he happened to hear this sentence