Benjamin stared at his phone after the call was abruptly cut off, his mood turning sour. This woman… seriously?
Was he really that irrelevant in her heart? Was Mark the only one who mattered to her?
The thought made his brows furrow deeper.
After a moment of silence, he decided to call Howard—the notorious playboy.
"Well, well, Mr. Schmidt, what brings you to call me?" Howard’s voice was as flippant as ever.
Benjamin's sculpted brows tightened again. "Tell me, how do you make a girl happy?"
"...What?" Howard was momentarily stunned. "Benjamin, you sure you’re not running a fever?"
"You’re the one who’s sick," Benjamin snapped.
Howard happened to be lounging at Royal No.1 at the time. Upon hearing Benjamin’s question, a devilish grin slowly crept across his lips.
He had seen the ne
