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Hello, New York! – Part 07

The telephone on the small table rang, and Victorique sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Ring, ring!

Its shrill tone shattered the silence, setting time back into its normal motion.

Victorique shot a glare at the phone like it was her archnemesis. As if intimidated by her gaze, the phone abruptly went silent. Victorique nodded with pride and satisfaction.

She attempted to return to her books, only for the phone to ring once more.

Ring, ring!

“Mmm!”

The phone rang again, then stopped, then rang again.

“Mmm! Mmm!”

With each recurrence, Victorique’s irritation mounted.

“Kujou, I swear to God… I disconnected the line and he just had to reconnect it. He’s so… how do I put it… he’s always been so nagging,” she grumbled in a hoarse voice.

She set aside her books and rose to her feet. Squatting like a black cat, she sniffed around, searching for the telephone line. Black and deep-red frills