Phoebe clutched her phone, glaring at the WhatsApp chat in silent frustration. Theodore had to be doing this on purpose.

She pursed her lips, watching him act like nothing was wrong. "Maybe Mr. Reynolds doesn't know WhatsApp has a blocking feature?" Theodore looked genuinely shocked. "Why did you block me?"

Phoebe was speechless. She shoved the phone back at him. "Seems like the problem isn't your phone, it's your brain."

Theodore placed his hands on the table, his long fingers and the veins on the back of his hands looking striking under the light.

"Ms. Ziegler, let's talk," Theodore said, trying to negotiate.@@novelbin@@

Phoebe eyed him warily. "What do you want to talk about?"

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