Melody took out her phone and called Byron.

Byron had just had his meal in Rosalie’s house and had just walked out.

He frowned upon seeing it was a call from his mother. The smile on his face disappeared, and it was cold again.

“Where are you now? Come to the Lawrence family’s mansion at once! I want to talk to you!”

Before Byron could speak, Melody ordered angrily through the phone.

Byron’s forehead puckered, and he looked back at Rosalie’s brightly lit house. He could still vaguely hear R