"Frank Mitchell, I don't care what you're plotting, Cheryl Chew is not someone you're allowed to covet." Throwing down the words, Raina Bell gave a cold snort and hang up the phone.
What a joke, taking Cheryl Chew to meet him—Cheryl's that simple nature, who knows when she'd spill the fact that she knows Frank Mitchell.
At that time, wouldn't she be digging her own grave?
Frank Mitchell gave a cold smile, playfully turning the mobile phone in his hand. "I can't covet her? Ridiculous!"
Putting down the mobile phone, Frank Mitchell called a servant over. "Where is Miss Lillian Spencer?"
"Miss is in the study room," the servant said.
Frank Mitchell didn't wait for the servant to go announce him and headed straight for the study room.
Knock knock knock—
"Come in."
Frank Mitchell pushed the door open and stepped into the study room, seeing Lillian Spencer practicing calligraphy.
Each stroke was vigorous and forceful, edged with sharpness, appearing on the rice paper.
