Emilia felt like breaking something. Her phone call with Kane hadn’t gone as she’d expected. He barely let her talk and that nosey detective kept yapping in the background like a parrot.
“Dear, Lord… where on earth is my daughter?” She murmured while wringing her fingers nervously.
“There you are! Why are you sitting in the dining room alone, Emily?”
“For the billionth time, Jack, my name is Emilia. Eh-mi-lia!”
He grinned wider and shrugged. “Same difference. What’s good?”
“Leave me alone, Jack. I’m not in the mood for your drama.”
“Whoa, chill out. I was just trying to be friendly. You don’t have to bite my head off.”
“How old are you?”
“What?”
“I was told that you and I are the same age but I doubt it strongly. You have zero emotional intelligence and talk like a toddler. What i
