“What...what’s going on here?”
“Yeah, isn’t this supposed to be Mr. Taylor’s house? Why can’t *he* open it, but she can?”
“This is awkward…did we come all this way for nothing?”
Hearing the murmurs around her, Daisy couldn’t hold back and suddenly yanked her hand out of Ivy’s grip. She jabbed her finger at me, shouting, “What’s your problem! Calvin already doesn’t want you anymore, and you secretly changed the passcode just to embarrass him! You even made him think his parents changed it.”
She turned to Calvin. “Hurry up and delete her fingerprint! Put mine in instead!”
Standing calmly on the steps, I looked down at Calvin, who wore a dark expression. Daisy might be clueless, but he wasn’t. He knew perfectly well—he’d never brought me here before, let alone set my fingerprint.
I exchanged a glance with Ivy, and just then, Calvin’s phone buzzed with a message.
“My assistant is on the way to unlock it for you. Are you inside yet?”
Seeing this message, Calvin visibly relaxed, but his attitude towards me shifted. “Since you’re already here, why not join us for dinner? Today…today, let’s celebrate together.”
Daisy seemed about to protest, but Calvin shot her a sharp look, silencing her.
As we headed inside, Calvin pulled me aside onto the balcony.
“Bianca, between you and Miss Wright…”
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