Alex remained skeptical, his frustration evident in his response. "Even Emma, who is supposed to be your fiancée, agrees with those girls ignoring me."
Bright laughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's not take relationship advice from my fiancée, shall we? She... well, let's just say she has her own unique perspectives on matters of the heart."
The room fell into a brief silence, the tension palpable. Benz, sensing the need to break the awkwardness, exchanged a meaningful glance with Alex, silently encouraging him to steer the conversation in a different direction.
"Bright, I'm sure you've heard about the ruckus early this morning," Alex started, his voice tinged with concern.
Bright kept his gaze fixed on the paperwork, his concentration unwavering. "I had a hunch you wouldn't come here without a significant reason."
Benz, lounging comfortably on the sofa, added, "Looks like you're already in the know."