Lily was feeling inexplicably frustrated and distracted. Looking at the explosive photos of the celebrity scandal, she couldn't muster any thoughts, and not a single word came to mind. It wasn't until evening that she finally managed to drag herself through writing the article.
All her colleagues, including her uncle, had left the magazine office by then. Just as Lily was about to head home, her phone rang. The screen displayed the nickname she had given Ethan: Tyrant.
"Hello, it's Lily," she answered flatly.
"Where are you?" Ethan's cold voice came through the phone. Without waiting for her to reply, he added, "Come to my place."
And with that, he hung up.
Hearing the dial tone, Lily felt a surge of frustration. She almost wanted to smash her phone.
In his eyes, she had no rights. It appeared as though she had no life other than to be available for summons at any time by him.
Bastard!
