Darriel's cheerful mood evaporated instantly as he stood there utterly bewildered.
How had things come to this?
"The boss is in a bad mood, so the exhibition hall is closed to the public."
Was there ever a lamer excuse?
No, he must have screwed up somewhere.
"What's going on, Darriel? Is something wrong?" Gavin and Cherrie shared a confused look, eyebrows raised at the young man's unease.
"Oh, nothing serious—just exhibition hall business," Darriel's smile looked as genuine as a three-dollar bill. "Uncle Kingsley, Aunt Cherrie, I've got urgent matters. I'll take my leave now."
With that, he bolted like his pants were on fire.
"Darriel, must you rush off? Won't you stay for dinner?" Cherrie called after him with fake sweetness.
"Next time!" he shouted over his shoulder without brea
