Maxwell's study code is her birthday?
This realization didn't make Serena feel happy.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside, rummaging around inside.
Her movements were small, trying not to leave a mark.
Yet from the moment she entered the room, everything on the surveillance feed was in Maxwell's face.
Maxwell glanced faintly at the computer, his brows furrowing, "How did she know my study code?"
Who leaked it?
He was the only one who knew the code to the study, not even Byron, let alone Vincent.
Byron had a glass of wine in his hand and a smile in his eyes, "She knows the code to your heart, not to mention the code to your study, and not only does she know it, she went in there for a while."
Maxwell knew Byron couldn't possibly be joking with him, and for him to say that, something must have actually happened at one point.
"I've raised her before?"
He still used the word "foster" and could think of no other word to describe it.