Blake sat alone on the sofa at the side. His slender legs naturally crossed each other, and his handsome face was hidden in the darkness, giving off a strange oppressive feeling, as if this man was born to be a king.
The phone on the table suddenly buzzed, and the screen lit up with the name 'Angie’.
A trace of impatience appeared between his brows. The next moment, he grabbed the phone from the table and threw it into the goblet, letting out a crisp clink. He narrowed his eyes and watched as the red wine flooded the phone, gradually turning the glossy screen into darkness.
"You accompanied Angie for three years, and she finally started to force a marriage? You're not really going to get a divorce for her, are you? Your father-in-law is not someone to be trifled with.” At the side, Trev
