"Fine, you kill me, I was just thinking about killing you too."
Taking someone else's girlfriend with such blatant arrogance, this was Turstin Muller's first time witnessing such a thing, which made him despise Mark Reed even more.
He couldn't believe he had such a brother, doing disgraceful things without a shred of shame.
"Put Valentine Teller on the phone." Mark Reed yelled into the phone, only to hear a continuous beeping sound from the other end.
Hung up?
He held the phone in front of him, glaring at it for a few seconds.
Damn it!
Fuming with anger, Mark dialed again, but the phone was already off, with the repetitive mechanical female voice.
Bastard!
With a forceful throw, the phone landed on the carpet, as if he was throwing Turstin Muller instead of his phone.
Mark Reed held his head in his hands, suddenly feeling a crippling sense of helplessness.
His head hurt, wishing he could immediately fly back to Valentine Teller's side.
