Chapter 1781

As for how Warwick had gotten the keycard, he had his methods. However, being escorted out in such a humiliating manner left him fuming. He raised his head to look at the towering building. Thelma lived on the 23rd floor. Even if he craned his neck, he couldn't catch a glimpse of her. Her cold, indifferent demeanor earlier only fueled his anger. He wanted nothing more than to drag her back and confront her immediately. The thought of Thelma and Charles possibly being intimate made his irritation burn hotter. "What gives Charles the right?" he muttered angrily, clenching his fits. Before his anger could spiral further, his phone buzzed insistently in his pocket. The interruption forced him to rein in his emotions. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his phone and answered as he strode toward his car. "Sienna? Why are you calling me?" Warwick's tone was curt. He didn't like Sienna. Fans were blind to her true nature, but insiders knew exactly what kind of person she was. Sienna cul