Damien's phone rang once again.
*ring* *ring*
Damien heaved a tired sigh as he took out his phone and looked at the caller with a raised eyebrow.
He picked up the call and answered in a puzzled tone..
"White?"
"Young Master." White's voice greeted him from the other side.
"What is it, White?" Damien questioned without waiting.
"It's about the college class party," White spoke slowly, his tone heavy.
But Damien was too tired to notice that.
"I already know about it, White," Damien said with furrowed eyebrows. After all, it wasn't White's job to report such events to him; he already knew about the party. He just didn't want to let Anna know about it.
"That's not the issue, young master." White, however, didn't react as he continued.
"What do you mean?" White's words piqued his interest as he spoke.
