Morris's POV
I heard Elvis's voice and turned to look at Ana.
Confusion flickered in my eyes—was this really her idea of helping me get revenge? I couldn't wrap my head around it.
She flashed me a smile, slipping from my arms and diving into her meal.
I leaned back against the couch, watching her eat with gentle eyes, unable to wipe the smile off my face.
Elvis's voice droned on from the other end.
"Mr. Welch, I'm willing to cooperate. About our agreement—could you please ask Ms. Vernon not to withdraw?" His tone was practically desperate.
My response came out arctic: "Your deal means nothing to me."
I ended the call before he could even process what I'd said.
I could tell Ana knew I was just messing around, so she didn't bother listening to my response.
But last night's memory surfaced—she'd been frantic with worry about me while I sat back like some spectator, watching her run around in circles.
I could tell the thought genuinely pissed her off.
