[WARNING: Language]
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Ryley scrunched his brows sadly, chest tightening from the gnawing pain. It broke his heart when Clyde refused to look at him like this...
His hand extended forward, but the man took out his phone from inside the locker and put it beside his ear, dialing someone.
"Vince, tell Marsha to come to the hotel. I want to have dinner with—"
Ryley gasped in shock when he heard it, but before Clyde could finish his sentence, he quickly snatched the phone from the man's hand.
"No he won't!" He yelled at the screen, then angrily pressed the red button before shifting his sharp gaze back at Clyde, hissing enviously, "What does that mean? How come you want to have dinner with Marsha when I'm here!"
Clyde furrowed his brows and stepped up to him. "Gimme back my phone."
His cold and grim voice clearly made the blond step back in shiver, but Ryley refused to budge still. "What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this to me?"
