Faye's voice turned cold and domineering, "If I tell you to speak, you speak."
Feeling wronged, Tessa Caldwell felt a surge of bitterness inside, "Boo-hoo, Faye, why do you like bullying me? I just won't say it, I won't say it, and even if I do say it, I won't say it to you. I'll say it to the handsome guy next to me."
She reached out, wrapped her arm around Nora Harrow's neck, and teased, "Hey handsome, come give me a kiss."
Faye's heart jolted, his pupils contracted, and he exuded a dangerous aura, "Tessa, are you asking for death!"
"Hmph... I just like it. What can you do to me?" Then, she tilted her head, and her phone fell to the ground. She really couldn't hold on anymore and leaned back against the chair, closing her eyes.
"Tessa... Tessa..."
Faye's voice came through the phone.
Nora Harrow, having talked to Faye last time, knew that this voice, more intoxicating than alcohol and capable of getting one's ears pregnant, was Tessa's husband.
