Then she hung up.
Liana sneered, eyes narrowed. “Do you really think I’d buy your load of crap? You just called some random guy, didn’t you? Do you honestly believe Ryan is at your beck and call? Like, he’s just some puppet you can pull the strings on? Maybe you should take a good, hard look in the mirror, darling.”
Zarelle gave her an irritated glance, finding her quite a chatterbox.
“Liana, I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Ah, I see you’ve met Miss Feymere.” A woman strolled over from a short distance, donning a lavish gown that screamed elegance. She had an air of confidence and a phony smile, and her face seemed vaguely familiar.
Wait, wasn’t she in some popular TV series?
Zarelle shot her a quick look, her brows slightly furrowed.
Liana huffed and linked arms
