The sudden ringing of the phone startled Amelia Wytte. When she came to her senses, she found that there was a phone hanging at the door.

She got out of bed and answered the phone quickly. Her throat was still a little dry because of the dream just now. "Hello?"

"Send the coffee to the study in ten minutes."

It was Nicola Clinton 's cold and deep voice.

"Okay, I know..." before she finished her words, the line was disconnected.

Although he was already very impatient with her, he still had to torture her in different ways.

He didn't change at all.

With a faint smile, she casually put on...