"What are you running from? Am I that scary?"

After hanging up the phone, she had just come down the last flight of stairs.

Frankie sent her a message that her ride had arrived.

She didn't waste a second and dashed out of the building—

Hiram Bailey glanced at the front entrance where his sister had disappeared like a puff of smoke, then looked at someone coming out of the kitchen, a wide smile on his face, "Stop pretending, my sister has no interest in you anymore."

Ethan Ainsley's face was expressionless as he set down breakfast and made to leave, but Hiram stood up and interposed himself between Ethan's path, "I warn you, don't bother my sister."

Ethan glowered at him, "Get out of my way."

Hiram raised an eyebrow, his expression grim, but his aura was in no way inferior to Ethan's.

The two men confronted each other, and the whole foyer became charged, as if a storm was brewing…

…

In the car.

Frankie drove while Lola Hussey sat in the passenger seat, looking at her phone.

The online discussion continued—