When Eva Miller received Oliver Johnson's call, it was already past eleven at night.
She was half-asleep, and instinctively picked up the phone, immediately bursting into curses.
"Are you nuts? It's the middle of the night, and you're making annoying calls with such enthusiasm!" Her words were slurred, but if she had known it was Oliver Johnson making this annoying late-night call, she might have wanted him to do it a few more times.
Oliver Johnson smirked; her scolding was so loud and shocking that he had to hold the phone a bit away from his ear.
After a while, there was silence on the other end of the line.
With a 'bang', she tossed the phone to the other end of the bed.
Oliver Johnson hung up and then called again.
Eva Miller became agitated and freaked out, diving to the other side of the bed. She wanted to see which bold fool was disturbing her dreams, oh no, her peaceful sleep.
She grabbed the phone, her eyes wide open, about to curse, but when she saw the number...
