Daphne looked up innocently. "Orion, whose junk is this? It's all old and broken. Don't tell me it belongs to that Celeste?"
Orion walked down the stairs, his tone indifferent. "What did you just call it? Junk?"
Daphne didn't immediately react.
She glanced at the scattered parts on the floor. Compared to the luxury she was used to, they were nothing but trash to her.
Especially since they belonged to a "dead girl," she found them even more disgusting, wishing they'd just disappear.
Besides, hadn't Celeste already left? Why was Orion still staying at the Harrington Estate?
Not being able to find Orion anywhere was exactly why Daphne had come over to see for herself.
Orion slowly approached her, his expression cold. "First, let's get one thing straight. You're standing in the Harringt
