Benjamin Sinclair's face turned ashen. He tried again, but the phone still gave the same mechanical female voice, "Sorry, the user you have dialed cannot be reached at the moment, please try again later..."
Suppressing his anger, he pressed the hang-up button!
"How is this possible, what does Young Master Lawrence mean by this?" Benjamin Sinclair couldn't understand for a moment, feeling both embarrassed and angry. His breathing was heavy, his face turning blue with rage, and he almost wanted to throw the phone away. But his anger subsided when he thought of Renee Anderson and the child in her belly, deciding instead to call Baron Lawrence's personal secretary, Assistant Terrence.
"Beep... beep..." This time, the phone rang twice but didn't leave him embarrassed like before.
"Hello, Director Sinclair, is there something you need?"
