Ariana's anger flared. She smashed the camera with a punch and, overtaken by fury, flung a book from the table directly at it.

The camera shattered with a loud crack as the book struck it.

Watching the pieces scatter, Ariana's anger began to ebb. She sighed deeply and collapsed onto the couch.

Just then, the Landline rang, signaling, no doubt, another call from that man. Gritting her teeth, Ariana eyed the phone and hesitantly picked it up after a few seconds.

Bennett's smooth, mocking voice came as soon as she answered. "You're quite the fiery one. Normally, such outbursts could spell trouble, but I'll overlook this one. Try to be a bit gentler, darling. My patience could run thin. A touch of docility might benefit you."