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"Hello... hello?" Troy blinked several times in utter confusion as he heard the click sound of the line being cut. "She cut the call already?" He frowned looking at the phone's screen, which had his picture as a wallpaper. This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. 

"Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger. 

Troy walked out of the luxurious building, walking straight towards the exit door. "Bring the car. Right now!" He looked at the middled aged guard standing next to the door, dressed in a uniform, who nodded his head and rushed towards the parking area of the gigantic building. In anot