When the call ended, Leo gripped his phone so tightly, then he flung it onto his bed.
His chest rose and fell heavily, then his jaw clenched.
Why would Damian speak to him in such a cold, almost insulting way? And why would Harold lie about Damian divorcing Lira?
Was Harold just playing a cruel game, or did he have another reason? he thought.
He paced the room, with his mind racing. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Without thinking, he snatched his phone back up and dialed Harold’s number, with his brow furrowed in frustration.
“Jerk, pick up your phone now,” he muttered under his breath as the call rang.
Finally, Harold’s voice came through, it was smooth and teasing.
“Well, well… seems someone needs me now,” Harold said with a mocking chuckle, as if he had be
