KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! There was a knock at the door.
"Get out!" Evan Fairchild snapped without even looking up.
Jasper Rockwell… was not about to get out. He simply pushed the door open and sauntered in, swaying his hips.
He was holding two glasses of milk. "Evan, we single guys have to look out for each other. Here, have some milk! See? If I wasn't so insistent on hanging around, who else would bring you a glass of milk at this hour? Who else cares about your nightlife like I do?"
Suddenly, the phone on the table began to ring.
'So, the woman finally realized her phone was missing!'
Just as Evan Fairchild was about to pick up the phone, he heard Jasper Rockwell speak.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! 'My Precious Baby'!"
Evan Fairchild shot Jasper Rockwell a cold glare. As his eyes fell upon the illuminated phone screen, his expression suddenly grew somber.
"Let me guess... it must be Miss Monroe's boyfriend. She's already taken! So, President Fairchild, are you going to answer?"
