Therefore, Kelton immediately dialed Donna's number.
"Mr. Stocker? Why did you call me?"
Donna did not expect that Kelton would take the initiative to call.
"When will you come to my bed? Name a time."
Kelton went straight to the point with impatience.
"Mr. Stocker, I've laid down to get ready for bed, but if you insist, I'll put on my clothes and come over now."
However, Kelton sneered, "Damn, I'm asking your friend, Hester Windsor, not you. Don't you know what you look like?"
"I..."
Donna was speechless for a moment.
Suppressing the anger in her heart, she continued to explain amiably, "I'm sorry, Mr. Stocker, I misunderstood. My friend has already returned. Don't worry. If things go well, she'll be delivered to your bed tomorrow night."
"Really? Don't try to play tricks on me. You will suffer if you offend me."