Upon hearing his words, the woman inside suddenly paused as if hesitating how to respond.
Frederic smiled wickedly. "Do you think I'll forgive you after you slept with me and made me breakfast? Joey, you're thinking too highly of yourself!"
With that, he pushed the door open, ready to pin Joey against the counter and punish her, only to find Phyllis staring back at him.
He froze in shock.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
Patting Frederic's face with a spatula, Phyllis laughed and said, "Still drunk, huh? Dreaming this early in the morning?"
Mocked by his sister, Frederic looked at her sharply.
"Why are you at my house?"
"You have the nerve to ask? If it weren't for me, you'd be done for!" Phyllis replied.
"Where's Joey?"
"What Joey? She couldn't care less about you."
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