The long, droning ring almost drove Elaine mad.
"Hello, who is this?" Vivian Lee's anxious, raspy voice came through the phone. She was panting as she spoke, as if she were walking at a brisk pace.
Elaine glanced up at Yuri Sinclair, who was staring at her intently, and said hurriedly, "Excuse me, is the Imperial Concubine with you? Could you please ask her to take the call?"
As soon as Elaine finished speaking, the line suddenly went silent, as if someone had deliberately covered the mouthpiece.
A few seconds later, a voice returned. "She can't come to the phone right now. She's—she's staying at my place tonight. She's not coming back!"
The moment she finished speaking, the person on the other end hung up.
BEEP BEEP BEEP—
Yuri Sinclair's face turned livid, and the rage in his chest flared up once more.
'And to think I was worried about her. Looks like I was wrong. That girl is deliberately defying me again!'
