The old master slammed his palm against the armrest, his face flushed angrily. "She hung up on me? Me?!"
The butler flinched at the sound but calmly replied, "Yes, old master. We've tried calling several more times, but she keeps rejecting the calls."
"That ungrateful brat! She dares treat me like a joke?" the old master roared, pacing back and forth like a lion trapped in a cage. His fury boiled over, and he threw the porcelain teacup beside him across the room. It shattered on the floor, but the butler stood stoically, used to these outbursts.
Meanwhile, in Jenna's condo, things were far more entertaining.
"Ugh! That old man keeps calling," Jenna huffed, her face scrunching with irritation as she tossed her phone on the couch. "He ruined my shopping flow."
Kelvin, lounging nearby, c
