Chapter 1294

Jeremy narrowed his eyes slightly and said, “To see you.” His answer was as short as his messages.

Corinne was not happy. “If there’s anything you want to tell me, please do so right now. If not, then I’m

going to bed!”

“Go to bed, then.”

Corinne was glad to hear that. “Then I’ll hang up now.”

Jeremy replied in an emotionless yet threatening manner, “You can sleep, but you can’t hang up.”

‘What?!’ Corinne expressed her dissatisfaction. “How am I supposed to sleep if I don’t hang up? Do

you want me to do a live stream of my sleep?”

Jeremy rested his forehead on one hand. He did not seem to think that there was any problem with his

request.

“I’ve seen you sleep before anyway.”

Although Jeremy’s face was expressionless the entire time, Corinne felt that his responses deserved a

beating.

“I didn’t expect you to have this sort of fetish. I’m not obliged to cooperate with you, so please look for

someone else.”

“There is no one else.”

“No, you say? Why don’t you call your legal wife, Sophia? Based on your relationship with her, she’ll

probably be happy to give you a live striptease!”

Jeremy frowned when he heard her mention Sophia’s name. “I take it you don’t want the painting

then?”

Corinne was speechless. ‘This son-of-a—! Doesn’t he have any other trick up his sleeve?’

Jeremy then said, “Face the camera toward the bed and sleep as usual.”

Corinne had to stare at the phone screen for a full minute before she managed to adjust her mood and

stop herself from yelling. She placed the camera on the bedside cupboard and faced the camera

toward the bed.

She got on the bed angrily, tucked herself in the blanket, and pulled it over her head in frustration.

However, Jeremy ordered her, “Don’t cover your head with the blanket. You’re going to suffocate.”

Corinne was going insane! She had no choice but to endure everything to prevent him from burning her

mother’s painting. Though she did as she was told and took down the blanket from her head, she

deliberately turned her back to the camera so he would not see her face.

At long last, Jeremy kept his mouth up and did not object to what she did.

The room was quiet, yet Corinne could not say anything from the other end of the phone. She began to

wonder if he had hung up. She secretly turned her head to take a look, but she saw the same jet-black

pupils from before.

Jeremy was still staring at her.

Corinne felt awkward and immediately turned around. She bit her lower lip as emotions overwhelmed

her.

Meanwhile, inside a car that was driving across the New Capital City Bridge, Jeremy leaned lazily

against the back of his chair and stared intently at the phone. He was watching Corinne sleep with her

back facing the camera.

Tommy, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, turned and held up a flashing cell phone. “Sir, it’s

Miss Sophia. She probably called me because she couldn’t get through to you.”

Jeremy seemed wary of waking Corinne up on the other end of the line, so he lowered his voice and

said, “Tell her I’m resting.”

“Understood.” Tommy accepted the call and leaned as closely as possible to the car window before

answering it. “Hello? Miss Sophia?”