When Grayson Sutton's words reached Noah Bates' ears, they carried a distinct air of provocation.
The man furrowed his brows slightly, his tone tinged with impatience. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Over the phone, Grayson laughed with an annoyingly smug edge. "Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to let you know I had dinner with Violet Don tonight. You know, on this all-important Little New Year's Eve~"
Noah's brow twitched imperceptibly, his expression on the verge of erupting.
Grayson, oblivious to Noah's expression on the other end, kept gloating with unrestrained joy, and said, "What's the matter? Jealous of me, aren't you?"
Noah could no longer hold back and snapped, "Jealous, my ass! Get your lazy self back to the Sutton Family home. Your sister is already at my office looking for you!"