It was his father. Manny composed himself and picked up Tony’s call as he walked toward his car.

“Hey, Pops.”

“How’s it going, Manny? Has there been any progress?”

Tony was still in Carrie’s room at the moment, but had gotten up and walked to the balcony to call his son.

Carrie was still fast asleep, though her face was set in a frown. She was obviously discomfited.

Tony had pestered her for the majority of last night, so it would be weird if she did not feel any discomfort.

Despite her begging, Tony would not let her go. He even forcefully drugged her to make her mess around with him while out of it. He was simply an old pervert.

Before she passed out, she cursed him in her heart. However, she knew that Tony only treated her so roughly because she was just his mistress—a tool for him to vent his frustrations on.

If she really was his wife, he definitely would not treat her like this.

In the past, she had ambitions of taking Mrs. Longbottom’s place and becoming the real missus