Oh, My Dear Mr. Crowley

They're just playing hard to get with you.

Maxwell returned to the house he hadn't visited in a long time, but didn't expect to come across something interesting by chance.

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Early in the morning, Vivienne was awakened by her phone ringing incessantly.

She was very sleepy and the ringing was so loud that it gave her a headache.

Vivienne wondered whose phone was ringing. She got up and searched around until she found out that it was Sebastian's phone from yesterday.

Vivienne grabbed her hair fiercely. "Damn it! Didn't we turn off the phone yesterday? How did it turn on by itself?"

It must have been set to automatically turn on after being turned off last night.

Vivienne angrily picked up the phone. The number on top of it belonged to Sebastian, no doubt about it.

Vivienne's first reaction was to hang up, hang up, hang up!

But before she could even hang up for a second, the call came in again.

Vivienne gritted her teeth as this damn call wouldn't stop until she answered. If she didn't answer now, that bastard Sebastian would never let her go easily later on.

Taking a deep breath, Vivienne answered the call.

"Hello..."

"Not bad. You dare pick up," said Sebastian coldly and arrogantly.

Hearing his voice made Vivienne sneer inwardly as if he had done something wrong like stealing someone else's phone or something.

She never thought there was anything wrong with not answering Sebastian's calls.

Why should she give him what he wants just because he wants it?

Even if she really wanted to sleep with him, without getting what she wanted first, why would she let him have his way?

Men are all jerks; if you give them everything too easily then how can they be obsessed with you?

Sebastian held his phone in one hand and picked out the clothes he was going to wear today from the closet with the other. His face was calm and composed, but only his hand holding the phone revealed how angry he was at this moment. Although Sebastian knew that Vivienne had enough guts to stand him up last night, hearing her speak so arrogantly made him even more furious.

He had never encountered anyone who dared to say "2" when he said "1".

Vivienne made him wait all night long; this matter wasn't over yet.

But this woman didn't know what she did wrong. She didn't apologize or beg for forgiveness. Instead, she thought it was right not to come yesterday. In her mind, she promised to accompany him last night but actually planned on standing him up from the beginning just for fun.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.org is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Sebastian laughed bitterly: "Vivienne, you are truly the most capable woman I have ever met. Do you really think such low-level tricks can catch me?"

"It's not worth your praise Mr.Crowley," Vivienne took a bottle of water out of the fridge while speaking calmly," Haven't you been trying to catch me all along?"

Sebastian slammed shut his closet door: "You never intended to come last night."

"What should have happened last night?" asked Vivienne innocently.

"Don't bullshit with me! My company is bankrupt today!" Sebastian sneered angrily.

Bankrupt? Look at how powerful Prince Yuejia is! Whoever he wants gone will be gone immediately!

Vivienne replied nonchalantly: "Oh, about yesterday....my phone ran out of battery..."

"You're bullshitting again! How long can that phone's battery last? Don't play dumb with me!"