Collins had been hustling in the entertainment industry for well over a decade, wing his way to the top until he became one of the most sought–after agents around. His knack for reading a room and picking up on subtle cues was
second to none.
At the moment, Leo’s sister <b>was </b>smiling, but to Collins, it felt like there was a chill behind that smile. He was about to nod and say yes, but for some reason, he diverted, “No, something came up at the office. That movie he shot abroad needs some final touches<b>, </b>so he headed straight to thepany afternding.”
He paused before adding, “Leo knew you wereing home. He made a point of asking me to <b>drop </b>off this gift and said he’d swing by as soon as he’s wrapped up at work.”
Mirabe’s smile twitched slightly <b>as </b>she replied in a cool tone, “Gol it, thanks.”
Scratching his head, Collins couldn’t help but ask. “I’m heading back to the office soon. Is there anything you want me to pass on to Leo?”
Mirabe was already turning to enter the house when his question reached her. She nced at the kitchen, then turned her gaze back to him, “Well if it’s not too much trouble, let him know Mom picked up a bunch <b>of </b>his favorite groceries this morning.”
Collins stood dumbfounded for a moment. By the time he found his words. Mirabe had already closed the door behind her. After a moment, the smile faded from his face, reced by a look of worry. He let out a sigh and walked back toward the elevator.
Delh stepped out of the kitchen, with spat in hand, her cheerful expression faltering when she saw only her daughter, “Who was that ringing the doorbell just now, honey? Wasn’t that your brother?”
“It was his agent,” Mirabe replied, cing the paper bags on the side cab.
Delh’s face fell slightly. “So. Leo’s noting today?”
Mirabe nced at her, “His agent said he had somepany matters to deal with.”
“Alright then,” Delh sighed, heading back to the kitchen, muttering with a hint of irritation, “I should have objected when he wanted to get into showbiz. He never gets a break. His sisteres home after so long, and work still keeps him away.”
Mirabe just offered a mysterious smile in response.
Meanwhile, Collins didn’t head back to the office after leaving the Davis residence. <b>Instead</b>, he drove to an upscale vimunity in the city center. After swiping his card at the gate and entering the vi, he ced his keys on the console table, switched into clean shoes, and went upstairs with a ss of water.”
“I saw your sister at your ce today. <b>She’s </b>quite a looker, very much like you,” Collins began as he entered the master bedroom, speaking to the person lying in bed. The figure in the bed didn’t stir, lying as still <b>as </b>if asleep.
With a sigh, Collins approached the bedside, flicked on themp, and said, “Your sister seemed like she really hoped you’de to see her. She even had me pass <b>on </b>a message before I left.”
At that, the person who had been motionless in the bed suddenly <b>threw </b>back the covers, revealing a face that bore a striking resemnce to Mirabe’s.
Leo’s hair was a mess, and his handsome face bore the unkempt despondency of neglect. He red at Collins with a dark and fierce gaze, his voice sharp <b>and </b>bitter, “Can <b>you </b>not? Why are <b>you </b>telling <b>me </b>all <b>this</b>? You know exactly what I’m going through right now<b>…</b><b>” </b>
Leo stopped mid–sentence, his lips curling into <b>a </b>mocking sneer, his voice deting, “Just <b>get </b>out, and don’t bothering back.”