Chapter 164 Desperate Struggle—His Trump Card

• Frederick's finger tapped restlessly against the armrest, his clouded eyes narrowed towards the screen of the opened computer.
• He glared at Sinful's open chat, where he had sent multiple messages to the person in one week, with any one of them being replied to despite showing it had been delivered.
• "This is annoying," he muttered as his finger hovered on the keyboard, trying to send another message.