The car exhibition ended successfully.

Jackson called Emily many times. Except for the first call that was hung up, the rest went straight to voicemail as her phone was switched off.

He persisted in calling.

Wilson watched him, feeling anxious. But he knew better than anyone that Jackson was like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. He touched his nose, silently standing by, too afraid to speak.

The crowds at the car exhibition had dispersed, and the sales manager came in ...