Chapter 434: Impotent Fury (5/10)

Ding-a-ling! Ding-a-ling!

On the office desk, the telephone began to ring. Kunas was so immersed in his grief and anguish that he couldn't bring himself to answer the call.

But the piercing sound of the telephone kept ringing over and over, from an unfamiliar number.

Kunas picked up the phone and exploded with curses.

"Motherfucker, who the hell are you? What the fuck do you want?"

"....."

Click! The person on the other end didn't say anything and hung up.

Kunas threw down his cell phone, slumped into his office chair, yanked off his tie with force, took several deep breaths, and let off some of his rage.

It's just that when he looked up and saw the enlarged photo of Ivanka on his computer screen, Ivanka wearing a silk tee, casual pants that were loose yet felt quality, the full contours of her chest and peach-like curves of her buttocks slightly visible beneath the fabric.