Fortunately, Knox Simmons's voice on the phone pulled her attention away.
Knox's voice wasn't loud, but his expression was grim, his brow furrowed tightly, a cold smile on his lips. When he spoke, his voice was intentionally lowered, simmering with anger: "He's got some nerve, demanding people be sent to the Simmons Family."
"I understand. I'll head back right away."
"Hmph, then let him wait. If he can't, he should just head back where he came from."
"Big brother, I've told you many times, I'm not a three-year-old kid. I know very well what to do and what not to do, so you don't need to manage me. If you like teaching people so much, why not become a teacher?"
