After Maddox grabbed his phone, he quickly checked it.
"What are you afraid of? I was just saving my number into your phone. Listen."
As soon as Monica said that, Maddox's phone rang.
"I just saved my phone number. It's not too much, is it?"
The next second, Maddox blocked her number. Seeing this, Monica was a little annoyed, "Why are you doing this? So what if there's another number on your phone? You..." She got up and leaned towards Maddox. He turned away with a cold face and said coldly, "Get out."
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Monica's exquisite face. She forced a smile and said, "Don't treat me like this, Maddox. I've put in a lot of effort to come here."
Upon hearing this, Maddox frowned, "Hand over the room card."
Monica shook her head. "If you don't unblock my phone number, I'll not give you the room card and leave," she threatened him.
Being threatened that way, anger and coldness surged in Maddox's eyes. He sneered and said, "It seems that the Dormer family doesn't want to cooperate with us anymore."
"It has nothing to do with my brother. I like you. As for my brother, the cooperation must go on. Maddox, don't mix business into this."
The veins on Maddox's forehead throbbed. In the next second, he went straight to the side of the bed and grabbed a blanket to cover Monica.
Before she could react, she was covered in the blanket. Then, Maddox threw her out of the room.
Bang!
The sound of her falling to ground could be heard. Furthermore, Monica's arm had hit the wall next to her. It was so painful that she cried out in pain.
The two servants who were waiting at the door rushed up to her to help her up.
"Miss Dormer, are you all right?"
When Monica poked her head out from under the blanket, Maddox had already heartlessly closed the door and locked it.
"Miss Dormer?"
"Your arm is injured." Monica lowered her head. Only then did she discover that her arm had bumped against the wall. It was already bruised.
Her face changed slightly, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she reached out her hand and gently rubbed the bruised part. She pouted and commented, "What a rude man."
"That's right, Miss Dormer. Maddox really doesn't know what's good for him. Why don't..."
As soon as she finished her words, Monica looked at her with dissatisfaction. "What? You dare come up with ideas? Also, you're not allowed to tell this to my brother. If he finds out that I had gotten Maddox's room card using his name, he will surely punish me."
Upon hearing this, the maid could only nod awkwardly, "I know, Miss Dormer. What should we do now?"
"Humph, in any case, I have his phone number. I've done what I needed to do," Monica recalled the deleted call record. She felt that she had rejected a very important phone call.
"Let's go back first today," Monica stood up and tidied her clothes. Looking at the door in front of her, the corners of her lips curled up, "There will still be a chance to meet in the future."
After Maddox closed the door, he flipped through his phone again and again. Monica's appearance made him feel rather depressed.
The room was filled with a pungent smell of perfume.
Maddox frowned and opened the window. Then, he called for room service to clean up the room. After that, he went to the balcony for some fresh air.
The hotel was strategically located. It was located in the city center. Standing on the balcony, Maddox could see the traffic of the whole city.
It would be great if someone was by his side. Maddox opened Facebook Messenger and clicked on the chat with Minerva.
The last message was from a long time ago. In the past few days, they hadn't been chatting.
As for the reason...
Maddox knew this very well.
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