Nonchalantly, he glanced down at the screen, but his attention was quickly seized by a particular name.
An unfamiliar number, yet Dulcieâs name was mentioned.
His hand reached for his phone.
âI heard that youâre seeing Dulcie tomorrow.
Are you certain you truly understand her? Sheâs not worthy of your company.
Visit Fire Bar on Central Street.
Witness firsthand just how undeserving she is.
â
Kysonâs brow furrowed, his expression turning serious.
He recognized the tone all too well.
Phillis was the sole individual who saw him with Dulcie earlier that day.
And Fire Bar? That establishment catered predominantly to the elite.
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Why would Dulcie venture there?
Realizing that something was amiss, he narrowed his eyes, his gaze transforming into a chilly, somber demeanor as he swiftly retreated to the walk-in closet, donning a fresh outfit with urgency to depart.
Departing the villa, he navigated toward the Fire Bar.
Upon reaching the barâs entrance, he beheld a slender, haughty figure illuminated beneath the neon glow.
It was Phillis.
Upon spotting him emerge from the car and approach, she greeted him with a proud smile.
âI anticipated your presence; thatâs why Iâve been awaiting you here.
Am I sweet or not?â
Kyson met her gaze impassively, his tone devoid of warmth.
âPhillis, I discern your sentiments toward me since the day prior.
Your feelings toward me are nonexistent, let alone affectionate.
Why do you invest your time in me? Why are you bullying Dulcie? Sheâs merely an innocent girl.
â
His words carried a palpable chill, reflecting his evident displeasure.
âAnd who claimed I bullied her?â Phillis rolled her eyes with smug satisfaction.
âI was simply hanging out with my friends here.
When I happened to pass by a room, I saw her inside.
You should be thanking me for revealing her true colors.
â
Not once did she deny his assessment of her feelings toward him.
âIâve only met you a few times.
Itâs natural that I might not feel an affinity toward you, right? But it doesnât mean I canât get to know you better or develop feelings for you someday.
â
As she idly toyed with her meticulously crafted manicure, a determined expression crossed her features.
She was raised in a world of privilege since childhood, and in her mind, Kyson was not permitted to dislike her.
And naturally, it was inconceivable that he would choose a simple, financially challenged woman over her.
Koby had tasked her with capturing Kysonâs affection, a feat that would greatly benefit the Perez Group.
Moreover, Kyson undeniably possessed striking good looks.
At the very least, she would have the pleasure of admiring his handsome face after they were married.
Lost in her proud reverie, she failed to notice Kysonâs barely concealed impatience.