He pressed the call button, then turned on the speakerphone.
A calm, unhurried female voice drifted from the phone.
"Boss, don't be so antsy! This kind of thing happens naturally. If you act like this... everyone loses interest."
"Damn it! I don't want to waste my breath on you anymore. Bro! You go first... Fuck! This bitch is really hard to handle..."
Listening to the continuous voices coming from the phone, Ronan Fordham felt as if lightning and thunder were striking in his head. An ordinary woman in this situation would definitely be crying and weeping. If she were more extreme, she might threaten them—saying that if they dared to touch her, she would smash her head against the wall or bite her tongue off.
But his future mistress was quite something else. She was actually haggling with those men.
What was even more bizarre was that his boss wasn't anxious at all, looking entirely content to sit back and watch how things played out.
