Wesley was her senior, and even if he needed something, he would often reach out to Avery or Elliot instead.

After a brief moment of silence, Wesley said, "I'll tell you once you are here."

"Alright! I'm already on the way. I'll probably arrive in about twenty minutes," she said, feeling slightly hungry. "Uncle, do you have any food left at home? I'm starving."

"There are some leftovers ... I will get the chef to cook for you."

"It's fine. Leftovers are fine by me. I'm not picky," she said before hanging up.

Twenty minutes later, Layla appeared at Wesley's door with a bouquet and a bag of fruits.

"Huh? Where are the girls?" Layla thought that she would be able to see Irene.

"They went out." Shea took the bouquet and the bag of fruits. "You said you were hungry, so eat first!"

"Yeah... I prefer to know why I'm here first. Are you trying to set me up with someone?" Her eyes darted from Shea to Wesley.

"Of course, not. Even if we wanted to, we don't know anyone worthy of you! Wesley called you here to get some of your hair."

Layla stared at Wesley and Shea in shock.

"Get a strand of my hair?!" she thought. "Why? How much is he going to take?!"

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