"Miss Ainsworth, if there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. My phone needs to be charged!"
Shirley Thorne's voice was very impatient.
Phoebe Ainsworth scoffed internally. 'This bitch really can't keep her cool.'
'So you want to hang up, do you?'
'Well, I won't let you!'
"Wait, Miss Thorne. Actually, this concerns you, so telling you is just as well!"
Phoebe Ainsworth's tone was gentle; you could almost picture the smile on her face, even over the phone.
Upon hearing this, Shirley Thorne frowned, glanced at the person beside her who wasn't on the phone, and mouthed a question—
Continue?
Ethan Grant nodded, signaling that she shouldn't hang up but continue the conversation.
Shirley Thorne gave a slight nod and asked, feigning confusion, "It concerns me? What is it?"
She deliberately raised her tone on the last part, "What is it?" injecting a hint of bluffing defensiveness.
