Hearing this, Phoebe Faulkner walked over and reached for Jace Lennox.
But Jace merely glanced at her before snatching the phone she'd gotten for free with a top-up yesterday. He pulled out the SIM card, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed the phone in an arc straight into the trash can.
Phoebe instinctively lunged forward as if to save it. '...' 'My phone!'
"Pick one. If you don't know which, just buy them all," Jace said, his tone oozing wealth and arrogance.
Phoebe was left speechless by Jace.
"Mr. Lennox, I..."
"Don't forget what I said last night." Jace cut Phoebe off. He took a step toward her, looming closer. "If you don't remember, I can help you recall it the same way I did then."
'The same way?'
'He nearly scared her to death last night.'
'He even said he was going to strangle her.'
'She definitely didn't want a repeat of that.'
Phoebe shook her head vigorously. "Okay, I'll pick one. Can you deduct it from my salary?"
