Chantelle had an impressive figure, and even though she wore oversized custom business attire, it could not hide her alluring silhouette, the kind that sparked all kinds of thoughts in a man's mind.

However, her facial expression left much to be desired—she constantly wore that frigid, emotionally detached look.

Just as she entered Serenity Villa, Chantelle stepped back out and looked to the side. "You're Tora, the Wrights' security captain, aren't you?"

Her tone was professional but slightly curious.

Tora grinned broadly. "Nice to see you, Ms. Garcia!"

Chantelle nodded curtly. "Why aren't you going inside? You're here to see Andrew too, right?"

Tora looked frustrated and dejected. "He won't let me in—told me to wait outside!"

Chantelle frowned. "That's a bit much, even for him. But it's better if you wait out here. He's no small fry anymore. Someone of his level is worth the wait."

On the third floor, Chantelle did not bother knocking—she just pushed the study door