Phoebe Walker glared at Diana Hill in exasperation. Can't she even answer a phone call properly?
"May I ask...who are you?"
Diana Hill naturally wouldn't use a harsh tone; after all, she had a decent relationship with Nia Mitchell.
On the other end of the line, Maxwell Peary frowned, his earlier mood to tease Nia Mitchell vanishing completely.
"Who are you?"
Those three indifferent words, carrying an oppressive aura as if from the highest heavens, made Diana Hill's breath catch, and her heart seemed to constrict.
"I'm Diana Hill."
She answered obediently. After speaking, her heart pounded erratically with nervousness, terrified that the person on the other end was displeased.
