As soon as Eva Nightingale returned to her room, her phone rang. She opened it to find a text message: [Two minutes, wait for me at the door]
This tone, was it that Dark Lord again?
Is he really coming?
Why does he think she would go just because he's coming to pick her up? She's not going. If she goes, will she get so angry that she faints?
He's completely changed into a different person.
Not like before!
Now he's roguish and sickly, an obsessive egomaniac. She really doesn't want to deal with him, not anymore.
Thinking this, Eva Nightingale took out the surrogate contract and mercilessly tore it into pieces.
The phone rang again: [Silly Eva, either come out on your own... or His Highness will personally come to carry you out]
Eva Nightingale tapped on the screen and replied: Mr. President, we're divorced. I really don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. I want to sleep now, please let me go, and let yourself go too.
