It was picked up quickly, and a cold male voice came through. “I’m in a meeting. I’ll call you back later.” 

The call ended in just two seconds, the voice distant and indifferent. I didn’t have time to say a word, but I could recognize Felix’s voice. 

Darcy yanked my hair and slapped my face with her phone. “Did you hear that? This is my man’s number. It seems you weren’t very thorough!” 

The pain in my scalp made me wince, and I couldn’t stop myself from shoving her away. 

“Is it that unusual to have two numbers? Why don’t you just call the number and ask?” 

As soon as Darcy’s three lackeys saw that I was resisting, they rushed over to beat me, eager to show off their strength. 

“You’re just a mistress, and you’re talking like you’re his wife! How dare you lay a hand on Darcy. She’s going to be Mrs. Palmer. You’re just asking for a beating!”