Elvis snapped back to reality first, his feelings towards Fitch a mix of indifference and a lack of appreciation.

Was it wrong to be a shrewd and detached businessman? It didn't seem like a mistake.

"Mr. Haskins, hand over Ozzy to me. Zoey trustedto take care of him."

Fitch was holding the little pooch, sizing Elvis up with a few glances.

"How cyou have her keys?"

A man having a key to a woman's place, with both of them being single, was bound to raise eyebrows.

Elvis couldn't help but let out a chuckle before firing back a question.

"Mr. Haskins, I wonder in what capacity you are askingthis."

The atmosphere in the room froze over, as if coated in a frosty layer.

Holding Ozzy, Fitch was indifferent.

"Leave."

Elvis didn't move, but soon he heard footsteps at the door—the sound of security hurrying over.

Going head-to-head with someone like Fitch was a losing game.

Knowing better, Elvis left and waited outside, only to find that it had started to rain.

Without an umbrella, he retreated to his car.

the complex. The lights at the gate,

one arm,

made him stand out even in front of his bodyguards, his trench

Ozzy inside before folding

and assumed the

his car, closing the door behind him, sealing out

of the car was warm. Ozzy,

gently

cozy and

A little silly.

ask, "Sir,

time, Fitch would still be at the office, working

left

"Yeah."

lazy, soon interrupted by his

probably about the dog. He

continued to sleep soundly in his

out the window, lost

dinner

when Elvis told her that

was he

he suddenly felt guilty and wanted to take care

decide to

No

Still no answer.

her temples. Beck immediately

did I tell you? Sometimes you can't get in the middle of two people's business. With Carol,

and they haven't. They're adults. They know the consequences of

looked at the spread of dishes with no appetite. lan was unreachable,

she forced herself

dinner, she asked Beck

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