Jacob Cross' mood had undeniably improved.
"It's late," he said, glancing at the time on his phone. "Hang up if there's nothing else."
Hang up?!
"Ja—"
Before Lily Martins could stop him—
The screen went black.
The call ended.
"…Is this what they call a complete disaster?" Lily muttered, staring blankly at her phone.
She lowered it slowly, her expression blank, then buried her face in her palms.
Why does he always hang up first?
Does he know how emotionally destructive that is?
Is this some CEO-exclusive skill?
On the other end—
Jacob Cross placed his phone calmly on the bedside table.
A faint smile lingered at the corner of his lips.
That little woman was becoming more and more interesting.
Especially now that she wasn't as terrified of him as before.
He didn't know when it had happened—
But Lily Martins' contact had somehow climbed to the very top of his list.
He stared at her name for a few seconds.
Then locked his phone.
He only knew one thing—
