Thinking of this, Marcellus felt as if his heart had been splashed with chili oil. Did Beryl think that she could get rid of him in this way? Dream on! Not to mention the college dormitory, if he wanted to go in, no matter where he was, no one could stop him.
Marcellus took out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened the contact list. The first one he saw was the phone number of Beryl. His name was very simple, just "A," which saved him a lot of trouble.
The phone rang a few times, and someone suddenly hung up. A mechanical and cold prompt sounded. It was obvious that she had hung up some time ago.
Not picking it up?
Marcellus continued to call. He had never been refused by a woman. It became a common occurrence for her. If it weren't for Beryl, he wouldn't even know that he had such a strong desire for revenge.
The more Beryl didn't answer, the more he wanted to call.
In the past, in Marcellus's eyes, he was just a lackey. How shameless could he be to run behind a woman's ass?
But after this short period of time, ever since he had threatened to pursue her, these words had become a slap in his face. It was so fragrant.
Marcellus called five times in a row, but they were all hung up. When he called the sixth number, there was a notification that it was inconvenient to answer.
She blacklisted him.
He was blacklisted!
He couldn't stand it anymore. Like a cannonball that had been lit, Marcellus raised his hand and knocked on the window of the driver's seat.
"Bang!"
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