Chapter Thirty

A deep voice, none other than Ethan Maddox's, greeted Emma with a simple "Hello, Emma. Ethan Maddox here."

Her eyes opened wide as she jolted from her pillow, quickly wiping away any remnants of sleep. She carefully cleared her throat, signaling her attention and concealing her shock.

But then, her memory came to her rescue. She had not given her personal number to him, so how was he able to reach her so swiftly?

"Hi, I must admit I wasn't anticipating your call, especially since you don't have my number," Emma greeted with a sugary tone, masking her disdain.

"I have my methods, Emma," Ethan Maddox chuckled, his resonant voice vibrating through the phone. "I couldn't resist reaching out after being so taken by you at the party. Some might say my weakness is lack of patience."

"Well, I never realized I was that captivating," Emma jeered, using a sarcastic tone that she knew the older man wouldn't catch onto with his inflated ego.

She knew she had every right to retaliate for him obtai