The incoming call ID showed a saved contact name.
'Miss / Big Heart Small'
This was unexpected.
Ever since he sneakily saved this number, she had not once contacted him.
He felt that the saved name was quite fitting; such a hard-hearted woman, as tough as they come.
Dax Harrison made a hushing gesture, glanced casually at the man doubling over in pain, slid to answer, wiped his bloody hand and replied, slightly indifferent and flippant, "Well, hello there, gorgeous! What wind blew you my way today?"
Grace Webb's voice was still as seductively poisonous as ever, "What, am I bothering you?"
Dax Harrison squatted down on one knee, the tip of his knife sliding under the man's fingernail, his skillful cruelty was relentless. The man wanted to scream in pain but his mouth was gagged, twitching and writhing in agony. However, Dax seemed to be taming an unruly dog, keeping his cool, "Why should I be bothered? It's been a while; nice to know you still have me in mind."
