Harper Glorian glared at Ann Nolan, "You owe me a new phone."
Her eyes were red and swollen, her delicate face filled with grievance, and shiny tears circled her eyes.
"Your phone has nothing to do with her. If anyone should compensate you, it's me," the man's icy gaze turned to Harper Glorian.
Harper didn't dare to ask him for compensation. She felt like a mute who had eaten something bitter but couldn't express her anguish.
She just had to swallow her resentment.
Still angry, Harper bit her teeth as she glared with reddened eyes at Ann Nolan.
Just as Ann Nolan was about to speak, the man looked down at her and said, "Get in the car."
Ann Nolan had no desire to waste more time with Harper here.
She got into the deep blue Ferrari and buckled up.
"Thank you, sir. May I have your business card? I must treat you to a meal someday," Ann Nolan said to the man driving.
The man was very focused while driving, his profile handsome and features deep-set.
