Flynn's gaze was as foreboding as a thundercloud. "You two seem to be getting on quite well, don't you?"
"That's none of your business, Professor Stewart."
I tugged on Javier's sleeve and started moving away. "Come on, Javier, let's go get some food."
He responded with a warm smile and a nod, but not before throwing a challenging look at Flynn.
Just as we reached the elevator, we heard the sound of something breaking behind us.
"What was that about?" Javier asked with a frown.
"Don't pay any attention to him," I replied.
I pressed the button for the elevator. "How about we get some hot pot? I've been wanting it for weeks."
Suddenly, my phone buzzed, interrupting our conversation.
It was a message from an unknown sender.
[Livia, if you keep behaving this way, don't be surprised when I expose everything.]
Almost instantly after, a news alert appeared on my screen: