location.” 

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I simply replied, “okay” Then, tended the call and sent team my location 

Ten minutes later, a sleek black Mercedes–Benz pulled up at the curb. 

Ivan had never been one to prioritize material possessions. As a doctor, driving a flashy car to work every day didn’t seem fitting for him. 

That being said, his charisma could still draw attention, even when he code a shared bike 

“Get in,” he said as he rolled down the window. 

“Where are we going? 1 asked curiously. 

“We’re heading to your place to pick up Boba.” 

Like a typical doting father, he always thought about his precious daughter, I rolled my eyes and got into the passengersal. 

Ivan glanced at me and ceminded me, “Seatbelt,” 

1 silently fastened my seatbelt. The road was slippery because of the snow, so he doove slowly. 

I stared out the window at the passing scenery. But my mind replayed the images of Rowan and Ashley in the snow earlier 

Then, Ivan broke the silence. “Ashley and Rowan wanted to change wards.” 

“Yeah, I know.” I didn’t want to talk about Rowan and Ashley right now, even though they were on my mind. 

“I’m the lead surgeon for Jonah’s operation,” he adormed me. 

If he were a spy, he would be top–notch. 

I pulled out my phone and transfered some money to him. When his phone pinged with the notification, he looked puzzled. “What’s this for?” 

I grinned wickedly. “Dr. Yuk, maybe you could bosch Jonah’s surgery? Once it’s done, I’ll send you a nice chunk of change. 

Just then, the traffic light turned red. Ivan quickly transferred the money back to me and shot me a stemlook stop watching those dramatic TV shows What’s gotten into you?” 

“How did you know my inspirationcame from TV shows? I was surprised by his might. 

“What else could it be?” Ivan looked at me like I was a fool. 

Escoffed at him and ignored him. 

When we arrived at Windmill Estate, Bobo greeted Ivan excitedly she jumped into his arms and purred as she rubbed against him like a pampered child. The sound other meows filled the living room. 

The maids had taken excellent care of Bobo, and she looked healthy and energetic. 

Ivancuddled Bobo affectionately and was about to say something to me when we heard footsteps on the stairs. 

I was surprised that Rowan was at home. I didn’t want to see him, so Texcused myself from Ivan and headed upstairs alone. 

Thad no idea what they discussed downstairs Since they were childhood friends, i assumed there wouldn’t be any awkward silence 

In the spacious master bedroom, I tossed and tumed in bed but couldn’t fall asleep. I was troubled by thoughts of Rowan and Ashley and concents about Angie’s 

scheme 

Just then I received a text from Jean. “Ivy, Angle is taking the bait.” 

I was surprised and quickly replied, “So soon? How did you manage that?” 

Jeanresponded with a smug emoji, followed by test. Hebe, I’ll tell you in a couple of days. Wait to hear good news.” 

with that, she stopped replying. It seemed like she was planning something big and wanted to surprise me with the details later 

I didn’t press her for more information. Despite her impulsiveness, Jean was quite sharp. 

I was curious about the private investigator’s progress, so I checked my messages. There was nothing from the investigator, but I noticed a red dot indicating a blocked message 

I tapped it and found seven or eight undead messages from an unknown member. Upon reading them, I realized they were from Royce 

I was surprised he was still trying to contact me. The latest message was from this aftemoon. After hesitating for a moment, I decided to call him 

He answered almost immediately, “Hello? Is this Ms. Sader?” His voice was pleasant, warm, and refined. 

“Yes I saw that you sent me several messages. Is there something you need?” Lasked. 

“No, it’s nothing urgent. I noticed you’d had a few drinks that night and wanted to check if you got home safely. 

“I sent a message to check on you, but you didn’t reply. I was worried I might disturb you if I called. Royce sounded a bit awkward. 

Lehocked and said, “Thanks for checking on me. I got home safely that night only just saw your texts today. They got blocked by my system.” After a brief since, Royce suddenly said with a mix of resignation and frustration, “I knew this would happen. I’ll change my number tomorrow. 

I didn’t understand what he meant at first, so he explained that he used to work as a telemarketer. Its number had been flagged as spam due to all the telemarketing calls. 

Even though he had contacted the phone cartier multiple times to get the spam designation moved, it kept getting flagged again soon after. 

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I couldn’t stifle a laugh at Royce’s explanation. Then, he also laughed along. 

Unbeknownst to me, Rowan had entered the room. Suddenly, he said, “Who are you chatting with? And what’s so amusing about it?” 

I quickly hung up the phone and shoved it under my pillow. 

My actions only brightened his suspicion. His expression immediately darkened, 

“Is it Benjamin again?” Rowan was already by the bed. He pulled back the covers and reached under the pillow to grab my phone. 

“This is my personal affair.” I grabbed his wrist. Under his half–rolled sleeve, 1 glimpsed his perfectly toned arm. 

Rowan always appeared slender in clothes, like a wallding mannequin, but without a shirt on, his physique revealed lean muscle. 

It was risky to confront him physically, I knew I’d be at a disadvantage in a struggle. 

As soon as I grasped his wrist, his demeanor turned icy. With a quick move, he tightened his grip around my wrist. 

I instinctively raised my other hand to strike him. Ever since we had fought for half the night that day, I discovered that hitting him was a way to release my pent- up anger 

However, Rowan swiftly caught my other hand, and I was completely pinned down. 

“We agreed not to interfere in each other’s personal lives. I’m warning you; if you dare hit me, I’ll take you down with me!” I fearlessly met his cold, dark eyes while trying to remain calm. 

“I don’t hit women,” he replied coldly. 

It was true. Even in our most intense moments together, he had never laid a hand on me, 

It had always been me, driven by anger, seeking him out, only to end up in tears and striking out. At most, he would push me away. 

“Then, let go of me.” I twisted my wrist to free myself. 

Rowan seemed to realize the unfal mess of his actions and released my hands. 

Once freed, I sat up on the bed. I regained my composure, though my voice canted a hint of sadness “What am I to you? T