INGRID’s eyebrows furrowed together. She stared at Fabius, who was still serious, his gaze fixed on her.
Should she believe what he was saying? She knew Fabius was the kind of person who wouldn't just follow someone else's orders. He thought he was the boss and everyone should follow him. Besides, why would Trent send him here? They had an agreement to meet.
Ingrid's right eyebrow arched. "Why would Trent do that?" she asked.
"Just follow me," Fabius said, sounding impatient.
She leered at him. "I don't believe you that Trent sent you here."
She saw Fabius exhale. "Are you seriously going to have lunch with him?"
"Of course. He invited me in a proper way. So there's no reason for me to refuse. There's nothing wrong with that. So go away, Fabius. I'm not going with you. I don't believ
