"I am sure you know what I have to say." Sinclair curtly stated leaning back in his seat.
"How will I know what you want to say? I am not a psychic." Venessa joked releasing a nervous laugh.
Sinclair was about to reply when there was an abrupt knock on the door. Venessa almost sighed in relief but she dare not because Sinclair mood plundered drastically since he was interrupted.
"Stop pretending to be oblivious to what I am saying."Sinclair sneered ignoring the knock at his door but before Venessa could open her mouth again there was another knock and it seemed it was the butler who was sent by his mother at the door.
Sinclair could not ignore the butler if he was sent by his mother, so he was pissed and his forehead was twitching in annoyance.
