Chapter 4

Wright froze, then said angrily:

"Who do you think you are? You don't deserve to speak to Phillips."

"His time is precious. He doesn't have time to deal with you."

"I'm in charge of SKY now. What I say represents what Phillips says."

Tony and the others nodded in agreement.

Wright became even more smug, patting her pregnant belly:

"I advise you to be smart and get on your knees and apologize!"

"Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll forgive you this once."

Looking at Wright's arrogant and smug face, I suddenly laughed coldly.

My sudden laughter made Wright's heart skip a beat for some reason.

"What—what are you laughing at?"

Wright instinctively wanted to step back, sensing nothing good.

But I suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, twisting it hard behind her back.

"Ahhh—"

Wright screamed in agony, struggling with all her might, but to no avail.

"Bitch, how dare you lay hands on me?!"

"I'm the owner of SKY, and I'm carrying SKY's future heir in my belly."

"Just wait until Phillips gets here—he'll chop you up and throw you in the ocean to feed the sharks!"

Wright threatened me viciously. I raised my hand and slapped her across the face:

"Shut up!"

"Ah! You..."

Wright looked at me in disbelief, about to continue cursing.

I raised my hand again, and Wright quickly shut her mouth in fear, not daring to make another sound.

But the look in her eyes as she glared at me seemed murderous.

Turning to see Tony and the others still standing there stupidly, Wright shrieked in rage:

"What are you standing there for?"

"Hurry up and call Phillips! Tell him to come save me!"

Only then did Tony and the others snap out of it.

Tony fumbled to find Phillips' number and dialed.

The line was still busy.

"Idiot! Use my phone!"

Wright was both angry and anxious.

"Oh, right."

Tony quickly dug Wright's phone out of her bag.

As he unlocked it, I saw her wallpaper—a wedding photo.

The groom in the photo, holding Wright and smiling sweetly, was none other than Phillips, the man who supposedly loved me deeply.

The call had barely connected before someone picked up instantly.

"Baby, did you miss me?"

Tony had put it on speaker, so I heard it clearly.

The male voice on the phone was gentle and doting—it was Phillips.

"Phillips, come quickly! Someone's bullying me!"

Wright cried into the phone.

"Who has the nerve to touch my woman?"

Phillips' voice darkened, seeming to squeeze through gritted teeth—a sign of his anger.

Even through the phone line, you could feel the chill radiating from him.

The call ended, and Wright looked at me smugly:

"Bitch, just you wait. Phillips will be here soon."

"Even if you get on your knees and beg for mercy now, it's too late."

Before long, a large group of people came out of the office building.

Leading them, surrounded by black-suited bodyguards and wearing a cold expression, was Phillips himself.

"Phillips! You're finally here!"

Seeing Phillips, Wright's eyes reddened.

She broke free from my grip and ran crying toward Phillips.

Soft and weak, she was completely different from her arrogant self moments ago.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Phillips nervously looked her up and down. Finding Wright unharmed, he visibly relaxed.

"Tell me, who bullied you?"

Phillips looked in the direction Wright was pointing and met my mocking gaze. His face turned white.

"Dahlia?! When did you get back?"

Phillips' voice trembled with emotion.

At those words, Wright froze, the smile on her face stiffening.