By the time Calista returned to the villa, three days had already passed.
Molina was still away, and the place was eerily quiet, almost like a cemetery.
At this hour, Ellet was usually in his study. She made her way upstairs and knocked on the door. A stranger answered.
"Where's Ellet?" Calista clenched her hands, forcing herself to put on a vulnerable expression.
The man glanced at her with disdain and replied in a businesslike tone, "Mr. Reeves is unavailable."
But Calista's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of fabric behind him. Ellet was still inside.
This man was trying to brush her off.
Ha. Ellet really had no shame. Did he think he could just sweep everything under the rug after lying to her?
How naive.
Calista shoved the man aside and stormed into the room, her voice trembling w
