"What?" Victoria looked puzzled.
"Exactly that. Remember, don't drink any water at the press conference. That's all. I'm hanging up." Lewis Marshall said nothing more after that.
Victoria held the phone in a daze.
There was no sound from the other end of the phone; not even the dial tone after being hung up on.
About a minute later, Victoria nervously asked, "Brother?"
"What is it?" Lewis Marshall asked immediately from the other end.
Well... he hadn't hung up.
She was just thinking she'd misunderstood.
"Why can't I drink water?" Victoria asked cautiously. It always took a bit of courage to speak to Lewis Marshall; he was too cold, exerting an oppressive presence.
"If you want to die, drink." Lewis Marshall didn't clarify why.
Victoria wanted to ask something else but then the bathroom door opened.
"Who are you talking to?" Hank Clegg, a towel around his waist, wiping his hair, walked out of the bathroom.
