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.

people leave the complex. The lights

and Ozzy in one arm, strode towards his

in front of his bodyguards,

bent down to place Ozzy inside before folding the

assumed

door behind

car was warm. Ozzy, full and

gently touching his

and

A little silly.

ask, "Sir,

would still be at the

had left

"Yeah."

lazy, soon interrupted

was Maja calling, probably about the dog. He muted

sleep soundly

turned to look out the

at Greenfield Gardens, dinner was served

when Elvis told her that

he

that he suddenly felt guilty and wanted to take care

he decide to

him. No answer. So she

Still no answer.

her temples. Beck immediately took her

Maja. What did I tell you? Sometimes you can't get in the middle of

and they haven't. They're adults. They

of dishes with no appetite. lan was unreachable,

forced herself to

dinner, she asked Beck

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