"I'm tired. Remember to close the door when you answer the phone." The girl's voice rang out again, soft but without a trace of fear, "Love you, Fairchild."
Felix Forrest clicked his tongue and marveled for a moment. The only one who dared to provoke Damian Fairchild like that was Finn Forrest.
When she was first brought by Damian Fairchild, it wasn't like this.
Back then, she was like a harmless little canary, looking at everyone with her big, watery eyes, timidly clutching the kingly man's coat hem.
Sure enough, those who are favored are fearless.
Damian Fairchild exuded an aura of icy coldness. The butler by his side hurriedly picked up the phone from near his leather shoe and stammered, "Young master, the... phone."
He took the phone, glancing coldly and sharply at the girl wrapped up like a cocoon, then turned around, his voice chilling, "What's the matter?"
"You shouldn't keep restraining Finn. I was recently kidnapped by your brother Julian Fairchild..."
