Chapter 92: Eric Stone
After Ivy left, Hunter climbed into the driver's seat, shutting the door behind him, his mind thinking of other ways he could get Ivy without making it so obvious.
As he started the engine, his phone buzzed from the cupholder. He picked it up, glancing at the screen, and the smirk vanished, replaced by a deep scowl.
Eric Stone.
His father's name glared back at him, and Hunter felt a familiar wave of irritation rise in his chest. Why was the old nag calling him and what did he want?
He debated ignoring the call, letting it ring until it went to voicemail. But he knew better. Eric Stone wasn't the kind of man to tolerate being ignored, not even by his son.
Grinding his teeth, Hunter swiped to answer. "What do you want?"
"Hunter," Eric's voice came through, cold and authoritative. "I want to see you. Now."
Hunter's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Why? I'm not good for your sight so why do you want to see me? Shouldn't you be calling Chloe?"
"You would watch your tone, young man! You have no right to be asking me stupid questions," his father snapped, his tone sharp enough to cut. "Just do as I say."
And with that, the line went dead.
Hunter stared at the phone, his jaw clenched so tightly that he was feeling hurt from it.