Chapter 42: Work Well

"What the fuck, Uno? What do you think you are doing?" I angrily asked when he finally answered my call.

My feet is pacing back and forth, a line appeared in between my brows. I heard him chuckle on the other line. My supposed relaxed and stress-free night has been interrupted by this brute and he only added fuel to the fire while I am hearing his laughter.

"What? You still have the audacity to laugh? Really?" I slump myself at the edge of the bed and rubbed the towel to my wet hair.

"You don't have riches, but you have a bad temper," he chuckled more. I cleared my throat, pissed of how he mocks me now that I am no longer the powerful Farrah Evans seven years ago.

I don't want to agree with the usual statements of rich people, but I guess, it's true.

When you have the money, you are powerful. You can have everything you want and win from any election and contests as long as you have all the damn riches. But mocking me isn't good at all. I don't kno