She didn't expect her sister to refuse her so bluntly.
Lana Lowell stomped her foot angrily and dragged her suitcase to her room.
As she walked away, she turned back to glare at the tightly closed door.
As soon as she left, Landon Lockwood came to knock on the door.
"Open up, it's me."
Cora Lowell opened the door and sat down on the sofa.
She took off her scarf and casually draped it over the chair back, raising her hand to rub her temples.
The long flight had left her a bit tired, but her gaze remained clear.
She leaned back against the sofa, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest as if assessing a trivial matter.
"Her? Someone who doesn't even trust herself, how can she keep an eye on me?"
Landon Lockwood raised an eyebrow, just about to speak, when suddenly his wrist tightened.
He was caught off guard and pulled deep into the sofa.
He hadn't fully recovered from the sudden change.
The figure in front of him had already swiftly approached.
