The phone rang for almost one minute before Jack answered the call.
“Who is this?” Jack’s voice was dripping with arrogance and disdain.
Lucian responded calmly, “It’s me, Lucian.”
“Oh, it’s you,” Jack drawled in exaggeration as though he had just realized who it was. “Mr. Farwell, hello. I thought it was someone else who was rude enough to interrupt me while I was busy working.”
He was saying that Lucian was rude enough to interrupt him at work.
Lucian pretended to be oblivious to Jack’s mockery and replied calmly, “It looks like I picked the wrong time to call. Mr. Damaris, if you’re occupied, then you can call me back when you’re free.”
He fell silent after saying that but didn’t end the call.
On the other end of the phone, Jack grew flustered when he heard Lucian indicating tha
