Oh, My Dear Mr. Crowley

In the early morning, Rachel's car was parked outside the Crowley family's mansion. She stared at the luxurious and magnificent villa in the darkness with madness in her eyes.

She dreamed of becoming the mistress of the Crowley family. Whether Sebastian liked her or not was not important to her. What she loved was the power and money of the Crowley family. Rachel clenched the steering wheel and went crazy, "I must find out who that slut is; I must figure it out..."

The next day, Sebastian woke up with a very unpleasant expression on his face.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He didn't even have breakfast before leaving home, making Mrs. Crowley think she had done something wrong.

James delivered some documents to the office but dared not breathe when he saw Sebastian's face.

Suddenly, Sebastian said: "Phone."

James asked: "What?"

Snap! Sebastian threw his pen down and shouted: "Phone!"

Ah... James finally understood that Mr. Crowley wanted Vivienne's phone.

"Smash it..."

"Smash it?"

Sebastian continued reviewing documents with anger burning inside him. He actually dreamt about Vivienne last night!

Three years ago, he slept with Vivienne for one night only, nothing more than that.

For three years, he swore he never thought about Vivienne again; he really didn't think about her anymore because she was just a woman, after all.

But... seeing her again made him feel like there was something he should do but couldn't figure out what?

James knocked on his door holding a white smartphone: "Mr. Crowley, your phone."

Sebastian snatched away his phone and threw it into a drawer, then said: "Go buy me a new one."