Miles’s POV
“Thank you for the warm welcome,” Daphne says with a faint smile, her voice soft yet uncertain.
I clench my fists as I turn sharply toward Bianca, stepping closer until she has no choice but to face me.
“What’s the meaning of this? And why the hell are you in my house?” My voice is low, laced with irritation. Every muscle in my body tenses. I am so firing everyone working here.
Bianca tilts her head slightly, a smirk playing on her lips. “What’s the matter, Miles? You seem… worked up. Are you mad at me or something?” Her tone is almost playful, but the glint in her eyes tells me she knows exactly why I’m upset. She leans in, lowering her voice as she whispers near my ear, “Don’t make a scene, okay? She’s here.”
I know immediately that Reynold must have told her everything.
