Can I help you

Myra stood in the doorway, blocking the door as she coldly stared at Kris. “Kris, you should be thankful that I don’t have a recording of what you said to me in the past. Otherwise, the things that I can get for myself won’t stop at just those.”

Slamming the door shut with a loud ‘Bang!’, she leaned her back against the security door and turned a deaf ear to Kris’ frustrated voice outside. She clenched her fists tightly, feeling as if she had managed to vent some of her anger. I will probably be forced to fight a long, drawn-out war from now on. But, I have something more important to take care of right now.

Taking out her phone, she immediately dialed Tony’s number. Although she called him three times in a row, her calls went unanswered. He must be angry.

Thus, she smiled bitterly and sent him a text message instead. ‘Tony, have you fallen asleep?’

As expected, the message was completely ignored even though she knew very well that he wasn’t the type to go to bed so early. She felt ra