“I used to love watching idol dramas. I learned it from there,” Amelia lied naturally and steadily. “Go open the door for Elijah. If you don’t, he’ll come in and start questioning me nonstop.”
Carl brushed his fingers through her hair and indeed stood up.
But as for her words—he didn’t believe a single one.
When the door opened—
Elijah’s fair face was full of caution.
He was afraid that his boss had lost his mind, being blinded by a pretty face and causing unnecessary trouble.
The black mist surrounding the man was even denser now—was his prayer bead bracelet losing its effect?
Elijah’s gaze lowered to the man’s wrist.
Carl raised an eyebrow. “You came alone?”
Elijah gestured, pointing downstairs.
Carl understood immediately. “Grandma is having breakfast downstairs, and she sent
