Chapter 36：Torin Came to Pick her up

Lyra frowned, taking off her headphones, and grumbled, "Don't you have hands? Want coffee, make it yourself."

"Lyra, I said I want coffee." Ronan squinted, repeating himself, clearly intent on not backing down if she disagreed.

Frustrated, Lyra reluctantly got out of bed, wearing slippers, preparing to make him coffee.

"Didn't Octavia Everly just bring a cup?" she grumbled discontentedly.

"You dare to talk back?" Ronan looked disgusted, shouting at her angrily, "Make it and bring it to the study. Don't try any tricks!"

After reprimanding Lyra, Ronan returned to the study, brooding in anger.

That darn Lyra, would she dare to push him toward other women again?

The phone suddenly rang on the table with a "ding-ding-ding." Ronan picked it up, growling impatiently, "Who is it?"

"It's Torin," came a composed male voice from the other end of the line.

Ronan narrowed his dark eyes, lightly raising an eyebrow as he held the phone, "So it's Torin. What can I do for you?"

"I'm here to inform you