CHAPTER 91

Sitting in the back of the Rolls Royce, Mark locked his gaze on his phone screen, different thoughts flying around his mind.

“Why is she not replying to my messages? I haven't heard from her since the day I gave her the proof of all the things that Melissa, an evil wench has been doing," a voice in his head uttered.

He heaved a deep sigh, “Let me call her number again," he muttered to himself. He made a few touches on the screen of his phone, worry etched on his face. Mark’s hand traveled slowly to his ear as he placed the phone at his ear.

He heaved a deep sigh again, his gaze staring blankly at nothing, hoping Sophia’s contact would just connect.

“The subscriber you dialed is switched off. Thank you," the mellifluous voice from his cell phone came. Mark clenched his jaw, his grasp around the phone tightened. His facial expression abruptly became aloof as he glared particularly at nothing. “That wasn't what I wanted to hear!” he growled.

“Damian," he growled, bringing his hand do