Faye Vaughn was taken aback, pointing at herself. "Me?"
She had never met Old Master Hawthorne.
To be precise, she wasn't worthy of meeting him.
In the three years she had been with Wyatt Hawthorne, she'd had no official status. Old Master Hawthorne saw her as a woman of ill repute.
He couldn't stand her.
Wyatt Hawthorne glanced at her, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Her neck and collarbones were covered in red marks, her long hair was a mess, and her glistening eyes still held the afterglow of their passion.
If it weren't for this phone call, he would have made her cry and beg for forgiveness tonight.
"Go change into something formal."
Wyatt Hawthorne masked his expression, his tone cold.
"But I don't have any clothes here anymore," Faye Vaughn hesitated. "I only have the casual outfit I came in."
Wyatt Hawthorne's expression was unreadable. He said casually, "Go to the room you used to stay in. There are clothes in the walk-in closet."
