Indeed, this woman has no heart!
She would rather have a late-night snack with Benjamin Johnson than give him a call, not even a greeting, because she probably finds it too bothersome.
Daniel Marshall laughs at himself, but his complexion is so sullen it's scary, his eyes filled with wild rage.
Suddenly, Daniel's phone rings. It's a call from Jordan Bennett.
After a few seconds, Daniel answers Jordan's call.
"Daniel, aren't you going to keep an eye on your wife? How can she be so close to that scoundrel Benjamin Johnson? Benjamin Johnson is despicable and detestable, he will harm your wife."
Daniel's sexy lips parted slightly, his voice was sparse and indifferent, "She's not a three-year-old kid anymore. She should know her limits and tell right from wrong. She probably doesn't need anyone to teach her."
Instantly, Jordan furrows his brow, somewhat surprised, "Did you two have a fight?"
