Chapter 67: When do you plan to tell him about Puddy Forger's matter?

"Just talking on the phone, was it necessary to shout like that? You startled me, and I almost dropped the water on my hand."

"I already said I didn't want to listen, but you insisted on making me listen. What are you blaming me for now?"

The conversation between the two echoed clearly in Damian Desmond's ears. The pitiful phone was thrown straight into the windshield a second later, declaring its death.

The black car started its engine and disappeared quickly into the night.

"Norman Desmond, don't ever think about staying here overnight again." Fiona Forger said as she walked back to her room, holding a glass of water.

"And don't forget who has been supporting you all these years. Is saying so much for just one night's stay necessary?" The phone was bothering him, and sleeping on the uncomfortable sofa for the night added to his displeasure. Young master Norman naturally felt unhappy, scratching his head and looking down at the phone to see who the annoying person was calling him in