Chapter 1571:

A flash of irritation darkened Devonte’s expression. His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white.

“Get out!” he snapped.

“Huh?” Moira blinked, momentarily stunned.

Devonte’s patience snapped like a brittle thread. He grabbed the ashtray from the table and hurled it in her direction.

“Get out. Don’t make me say it again!”

The ashtray crashed onto the floor beside Moira, missing her eye by a fraction.

Fear shot through Moira like an electric current. Her heart pounded, and her forehead broke out in a cold sweat.

“Yes, Mr. Coleman. I… I’ll leave right away.”

She nodded frantically, her voice quivering as she quickly backed away. After Moira left, Devonte loosened his tie, his irritation palpable, and picked up the landline to call Tiffany. The phone rang endlessly, but there was no answer.

and was cleaning the bottles when she received a call from Devonte,

I hadn’t used Melinda’s phone, were you planning to ignore my calls forever?” Devonte’s cold,

raw, and

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wake up on the wrong side of

was rougher than before as he said, “I agreed to the terms you proposed last time. Therefore, quit stirring up trouble and come back to

a delicate brow but

not satisfied?”

finished cleaning the bottle and stepped out of the bathroom, her voice smooth and

has anyone ever told you that you are incredibly

you want,

want

at Clint and raised an eyebrow. Then, with a mischievous smile, she continued, “Oh, by the way, weren’t you looking for Clint? He’s right next to me.

processed her words. A thought flickered in his mind—was she using

the speakerphone button and beamed at

Coleman from Star Entertainment would like to

end of the phone, Devonte clearly hadn’t grasped

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