Memoria Campbell originally planned to just deal with Rebecca Dean and be done with it; she definitely didn't want to actually invite Cold Devil to dinner.
But the situation had come to this point, and she had no choice but to make the call.
It was rare for Rebecca Dean not to make things difficult for her, agreeing to be "on a business trip for a month." If she defied her any further, who knows what kind of trouble might arise.
So, with a heavy heart, she reluctantly pulled up Mr. "Withered Chrysanthemum's" number from her phone and dialed it.
Silently chanting "don't pick up, don't pick up" in her heart, but, as fate would have it, the phone had barely rung twice before a man's pleasant voice came through.
"Hello, Miss Du."
Du your big head ghost, Du!
Memoria wished she could reach through the wireless signal and tear apart his smiling face, but she instead plastered a smile on her own face, and her voice sweetened until honey could drip out.
