David had just gotten out of the car when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
Stopping, he pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. His hands trembled, nearly dropping it.
Adrian: Vivian asked what you liked to eat. She plans to cook for you and bring it to the office when she gets back to Eiffel City.
Though the message seemed emotionless, David could sense the underlying anger.
Feeling a chill run down his spine, David quickly called Adrian.
When the call connected, David spoke nervously, "Mr. Spencer, I can explain."
Adrian's voice was icy. "Go ahead. Make your excuses."
David felt a lump in his throat, on the verge of tears. "It's not an excuse."
Adrian chuckled coldly. "Then explain. I'm listening."
David could imagine Adrian's expression without even seeing him.
He took
