Joanne’s attention shifted toward me, and a thin smile curved her lips as though she had already judged me before I even spoke. “You should meet Kyle’s wife,” she said lightly, though there was something sharp hidden beneath her tone. Gina's appearance and demeanor were far from what we usually see in Crimson Pack. Her fashion sense alone is enough to make headlines.” The mention of me tightened something in my chest. Before I could lower my gaze, Gina looked up from her phone. Her eyes locked onto mine with cold amusement, silently measuring me from head to toe. Her expression barely changed, but the indifference in her voice stung more than open mockery. “I don’t care,” she murmured, returning her attention to the glowing screen in her hand. An awkward silence settled over the room

