This wasn't the first time she had done this.
Nea didn't speak, but her attitude made it clear—she intended to use Andrew's father to threaten him.
"Okay, great!"
Andrew nodded in anger as he marched to his desk and picked up his phone.
He thrust it towards Nea and said coldly, "Go on, and call him right now. I want to hear exactly how you complain to him."
As he spoke, his rage intensified, and his tone made Nea flinch.
She didn't take the phone, instead stepping back a few paces.
"Andrew, don't force me," Nea said.
"I'm forcing you?" Andrew shouted, pointing at Nea. "Nea, you think I don't know what you've been up to?! Ever since I came to Los Angeles, you've done everything to keep Isabella and me apart."
Andrew kept yelling, "You knew I acquired the company for Isabella, yet y
