Ivan frowned at Stacy's photo on his phone. Stacy made the setting, saying that he could see her face all the time that way.
Ivan picked up the phone, his voice cold and stern, “I still need to take a while…”
“But it’s getting late,” Stacy whined, “I’m so scared.”
“You’ve got a house of staff keep your company. Why are you scared?”
“But they’re just servants. They’re different,” Stacy’s voice pitched, but she soon realized how mean those words were. She instantly softened her tone, “You’re having drinks with your friends again. Are they more important than me?”
“I know… I’ll be back soon,” Ivan hung up the phone, sighing.
Zack had been looking at him.
“What are you staring at?” Ivan frowned.
“Why do you sound so cold when you speak to your wife?” Zack couldn’t help asking. He h
