Lisa wasn’t going to let him go that easily. Instead, her words became harsher and harsher.

It got so bad that Westley lost control of himself and barked, “So many years have come and gone, but you haven't changed in the least! You’re still so mean and nasty!”

Lisa was about to retort when she heard footsteps from the door. It was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor, crisp and pleasant.

It was Mason.

Both of them shut their mouths and didn’t say another word.

Walking in