The phone rang twice and was picked up.
"You're the damn unscrupulous Hall Master—"
"How the hell do you want to die?"
Nora Scott squinted her eyes, her voice chilly, wrapped with a touch of malice.
"..."
Benjamin Durant, who had just cursed, was startled upon hearing the voice, dumbfounded for a moment, almost choking himself.
Taking a deep breath and then exhaling, Benjamin calmed down for a while before he was wide-eyed and tongue-tied, blurting out, "Damn?"
"..."
Nora leaned back, adjusting her posture, crossing her legs, wondering how this guy could possibly die.
Benjamin, shocked and utterly disoriented, incredulously asked, "Master Uncle!! When did you become the Hall Master of some MLM organization?!"
"Shut up." Nora's voice was cold, with a hint of hostility, and the next moment she asked, "Are you with Rosie?"
