Jacques’s angry eyes pierced through the car window, glaring at Sheila.
The call was quickly dialed.
Sheila glanced at the caller ID. Without hesitation, she declined the call.
Inside the car, Jacques’ face darkened instantly.
He had seen with his own eyes Sheila getting into a luxury car with another man.
Unwilling to give up, Jacques dialed again.
Call after call, each was ruthlessly declined.
The anger in Jacques’ chest surged uncontrollably.
Just as he thought his call would be rejected again, it unexpectedly connected.
Sheila’s voice came through the receiver, sharp and laced with impatience.
“Mr. Thomas, don’t you have work to do as the CEO of the Thomas Group? Can you stop bothering me when there’s no reason?”
Bother her?
The thought of Sheila being intimate with another
