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    A sh of irritation darkened Devonte’s expression. His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white.


    “Get out!” he snapped.


    “Huh?” Moira blinked, momentarily stunned.


    Devonte’s patience snapped like a brittle thread. He grabbed the ashtray from the table and hurled it in her direction.


    “Get out. Don’t make me say it again!”


    The ashtray crashed onto the floor beside Moira, missing her eye by a fraction.


    Fear shot through Moira like an electric current. Her heart pounded, and her forehead broke out in a cold sweat.


    “Yes, Mr. Coleman. I… I’ll leave right away.”


    She nodded frantically, her voice quivering as she quickly backed away. After Moira left, Devonte loosened his tie, his irritation palpable, and picked up thendline to call Tiffany. The phone rang endlessly, but there was no answer.


    Tiffany had just finished feeding Felix and was cleaning the bottles when she received a call from Devonte, who was using Melinda’s phone.


    “If I hadn’t used Melinda’s phone, were you nning to ignore my calls forever?” Devonte’s cold, mockingugh rumbled through the receiver, low and guttural.


    It was harsh, raw, and crackling with rage.


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    “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?” Tiffany taunted.


    Devonte’s tone was rougher than before as he said, “I agreed to the terms you proposedst time. Therefore, quit stirring up trouble ande back to thepany to sign the renewal contract!”


    Tiffany arched a delicate brow but remained silent.


    “Are you still not satisfied?” Devonte frowned.


    Tiffany finished cleaning the bottle and stepped out of the bathroom, her voice smooth and unhurried.


    “Devonte, has anyone ever told you that you are incredibly arrogant?”


    “What exactly do you want, Tiffany?” Devonte roared furiously.


    “I don’t want anything. I just want to say goodbye to you permanently.”


    Tiffany nced at Clint and raised an eyebrow. Then, with a mischievous smile, she continued, “Oh, by the way, weren’t you looking for Clint? He’s right next to me. Should I pass him the phone?”


    Clint’s gaze shifted slowly from Felix to Tiffany as he processed her words. A thought flickered in his mind—was she using him as leverage to escape whatever misery she was in?


    Without hesitation, Tiffany pressed the speakerphone button and beamed at Clint.


    “Clint, Mr. Coleman from Star Entertainment would like to talk to you.”


    On the other end of the phone, Devonte clearly hadn’t grasped what was going on.


    “What do you mean?” he asked, his voiceced with uncertainty.


    Clint, who had just finishedforting Felix, nced at Tiffany before lifting Felix toward her, a soft, warm smile spreading across his face. He appeared to have no problem with Tiffany using him. On the contrary, he was more than willing.


    After a few seconds of silence, the fury on the phone slowly diminished, reced by Devonte’s hesitant voice.


    “Mr. Sanderson?”


    Clint calmly took the phone, his gaze fixed on Tiffany, and replied, “What is it?”


    The moment Devonte recognized Clint’s voice, his demeanor shifted, bing excessively ttering. He showered Clint withpliments and praise before finally revealing his true purpose.


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