The Long-Awaited Heir

Chapter 307 Shouldn't Answer the Phone

At Othon's Mediterranean mansion, he is swimming in the pool in that way, enjoying the afternoon sun and the fact that no one is around, not even Jasmine.

It's understandable. Until hours ago, Jasmine's moans, cries, and gnashing of teeth echoed throughout the empty property.

Now, worn out and crushed in the large double bed, Jasmine couldn't move a muscle.

Because of that, her phone kept ringing and ringing, always going to voicemail.

Othon got out of the pool, grabbed a towel, and dried himself off. Then, he draped it over his right shoulder and went inside the mansion.

As he climbed to his room, he heard Jasmine's phone ring. The phone was practically moving across the floor with how much it was vibrating.

In the heat of the moment, when Jasmine ripped off her clothes, the phone hit the ground and now the screen had a slight crack.

"They don't make phones as durable as they used to." Othon joked, picking up the device.

He took advantage of the fact that the phone didn't have a pass