Natasha's POV:
Suddenly, my phone rang.
I glanced at the side table, straining my neck to catch a glimpse of the Caller ID.
"ALLY 1?" I muttered aloud, my voice filled with anger and irritation.
Why the hell is he calling me now?
I pulled open the side table drawer, grabbed my business card, and tossed it at Zhao Feng. "Thanks for your services. Send me your account details, and I'll make sure you're well compensated."
"But—"
"The job at The Peninsula, right?" I interrupted. And he nodded.
"We’ll discuss that when you text me.” I said curtly.
"Um... I..." He stammered, then rose from the bed and shuffled to where his clothes were scattered on the floor. He began dressing—slowly.
What the hell?
"Why the f**k are you still here? Get out already." I snapped, my patience wearing thi
