Chapter 17

The next day.

At ten in the morning, Aveline's phone rang. She glanced at it and ignored the call.

Jack Potter, the foreman at the construction site, was updating her on the current situation, and she took notes diligently.

By noon, she finally had a moment to sit down and rest. She took a sip of water and then checked her phone.

Eighteen missed calls.

All from Lucas.

Ha!

She let out a soft laugh and was about to call him back when the nineteenth call came through.

"Hello?"

"Aveline, are you messing with me?" His voice came through, cold and filled with suppressed anger. She could hear his heavy breathing.

If he were in front of her right now, he might just tear her apart.

Aveline's tone was cheerful. "Lucas, how does it feel to be toyed with?"

had regained his memory and could speak, yet he kept it from her, pretending to be the same as before. How long would he have continued the charade if she hadn't found out? Was he silently mocking her sign language with

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something so despicable; how could

get

end of the line grew louder, and the smile on Aveline's

divorce terms: a three-hundred quare-meter apartment and two million. Once

hung

she would need to work her entire

Tsk...

she

there was no

quick bite to eat and

the DK Group,

phone, Lucas let out a frustrated

Was this woman crazy?

dare she toy with him

indifferent tone on the phone,

been

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"Knock, knock!"

moment, Desmond

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