"Are you insane?" Phoebe Faulkner snapped, then hung up.
'How does *everyone* have my number? Should I get a new one?'
The man, who had never been hung up on in his life, stared at the ended call, his eyes turning utterly sinister. His gaze fell on a photograph on his desk. He picked up a fruit knife and stabbed it straight through Phoebe Faulkner's head in the picture.
Phoebe Faulkner. The first woman Jace Lennox had ever wanted to keep in a gilded cage.
After hanging up, Phoebe Faulkner was still in a terrible mood, and she didn't know what was wrong with her.
She stayed in her room, trying to work on her design sketches, but she couldn't focus at all.
She picked up the phone she'd just tossed aside and quickly found Jace Lennox's number.
She wanted to call and ask Jace Lennox what that last phone call was all about.
But after a moment's hesitation, she didn't make the call.
