Chapter 112

Mercer seemed to recall something the next moment. He let go of Calla's hand, stormed over to the couch, and grabbed Calla's bag before fishing out her phone.

"What are you doing with my phone?" Calla asked, unsure of Mercer's intentions. She moved to snatch it back.

Mercer raised his arm, making it impossible for Calla to reach the phone.

After a brief struggle, she realized she couldn't get it back no matter what. Knowing there were no secrets on her phone, she crossed her arms over her chest and sat on the couch, deciding not to fight.

However, her initial attempt to take the phone made Mercer even more suspicious. He opened the phone, first checking the messages and then the call log.

When he saw the call log, Mercer's expression grew darker. He held the phone to Calla's face, demanding, "What's this?"

Calla glanced dismissively at the call log. It showed Harlan's name. There were five or six calls between them over the past few days.

Knowing Mercer was jumping to conclusio