?Chapter 698:


    This time, Antoni didn’t stop me. Instead, he just watched as I left, his venomous words trailing after me. “Makenna, just you wait! I won’t let you off!”


    His voice hissed with an intensity that made my skin crawl, as though he were ready to tear me apart.


    But I didn’t even bother to nce back. “Fine. I’ll be waiting.”


    I hurried back to my house, but as I opened the door, ready to step inside, I froze in my tracks.


    Bryan and yton. Both of them. In my house.


    What the hell were these troublemakers doing here?


    My heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, I took a step back and shut the door behind me, ready to leave.


    “Makenna!”


    “Stop right there!”


    Their voices, sharp and insistent, made me halt. They had already spotted me, and there was no escaping it now. With a resigned sigh, I reopened the door and stepped inside, every ounce of reluctance showing on my face.


    “Why are you both here?” I asked, barely concealing my impatience.


    yton was the first to approach, a smooth smile stered on his face. “Come on, don’t be so distant, okay? I arranged for Evie’s grandmother to move into a wonderful new ce. It’s close to your house—she can move in tomorrow. I came specifically to tell you about Rosaline’s new address.”


    I blinked, surprised by his arrangement. My guard dropped—just a fraction—but I schooled my expression, refusing to show too much.


    “Hmph!” Bryan scoffed, swaggering forward with his usual smug air. “yton, you really know how to please her, huh?” He folded his arms and smirked at me. “But me? I actually got Rosaline a nice, easy job—something people would kill for. You should really be thanking me, Makenna.”


    I rolled my eyes, unimpressed. “I didn’t ask for your help. Why should I be grateful?”


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    His face darkened instantly before he bellowed, “You’re so damn thankless!”


    yton let out a derisive snort. “Please. You’re not doing it out of kindness. You’re just trying to show off.”


    Bryan flushed, anger rising in his voice as he shot back, “Oh, like you’re any better? Stop acting like you’re some hero!”


    Their bickering buzzed in my ears, the volume rising until it became nothing but noise—sharp, unrelenting noise. My head began to throb.


    “Enough!” I snapped. “I have to attend training. I don’t have time to deal with you two.”


    I turned to head to my bedroom, eager to shut out the chaos and change my clothes.


    “You don’t need to,” they said in unison.


    I froze mid-step, blinking at them.


    “We’ve already arranged for you to have the day off,” they added, practically speaking over each other.


    As they finished, the two exchanged a sharp nce, the tension between them so thick it felt like the room might crack open. For a moment, it looked like they might start swinging at each other again.


    I groaned, pressing two fingers to my temples as I felt a migraineing. “Why? Why did you take the liberty of giving me a day off without my permission?”


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