Michael Gallagher was playing with his phone, his gaze casually landed on Scarlett Jackson.
Scarlett was so nervous that she didn't know where to rest her hands, her eyes flickered, not daring to meet his.
"Did you touch my phone?"
Michael's voice sounded mild, yet his words brought a cold chill that was both threatful and icy.
Scarlett instinctively took a step back, her eyes full of panic.
"No, I didn't touch it."
Her voice even trembled slightly.
She didn't understand, she'd been careful and quick, why did Michael realise so quickly?
Did he have x-ray vision???
Upon seeing this, Mr. Jenkins voiced his dissatisfaction, "She's been chatting with Jerry the whole time, and she doesn't even know your phone password, how could she touch your phone? Michael, you didn't scramble your brain in the shower, did you?"
"If you say I touched your phone, do you have any evidence? Besides... I'm not interested in your private matters."
