Byron got up slowly, and his eyes never left the woman who was standing by the door.

"When did you learn to use the kids to trick me, Miss Jacobs?"

Rosalie's eyes flickered, her eyes full of confusion.

‘When did I do such a thing?’

Byron saw the innocent expression on her face. He frowned sharply, picked up his feet, and slowly approached Rosalie.

Rosalie sensed the man's intention. Her heartstrings tightened, and she stepped back vigilantly, keeping a certain distance from him.

Byron sneered. "If you’re not guilty, why are you hiding, Miss Jacobs?"

Hearing this, Rosalie frowned and hesitantly stopped. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Byron’s face darkened as he pressed on. “Well, you must’ve guessed accurately that I wouldn’t reject the child’s phone call and got Lucian to call me?"

Rosalie’s arms that were slumped by her side tensed slightly.

‘True enough, I did that, but… how is that trickery?

‘Compared to what Byron did to me previously, that’s nothing!’

Byron