"Don't bother calling again."
Ethan Hawthorne grew even more frustrated. Goldie Thorne was playing far too hard to get, ignoring his repeated friendly overtures. There was no point in calling again; it would just make him look desperate and subservient.
"Ethan, why don't I go talk to Goldie Thorne?" Bernice asked, a hint of panic in her voice.
Ethan Hawthorne had been growing colder and more distant toward her lately, and he'd stopped telling her things. The situation with Madman Feng wasn't looking good either. Bernice worried that once she was no longer useful, Ethan would abandon her.
She had to do something to make Ethan Hawthorne see her value again.
Ethan Hawthorne's expression was indifferent. "It's useless for you to go," he said coldly. "Contact Madman Feng's people. When are they sending us the new shipment?"
"Okay, I'll go make the call right now."
