Solomon called out behind her, “Where are you going?”

Just then, the elevator had arrived, so Solomon had to stop. A moment later, the doors slid back, revealing the passengers within it. In there stood a man and a young girl.

“Uncle Solomon!” Vivian called out to him happily and ran up to him.

Solomon bent over to pick her up, ignoring the glare the girl’s father was giving him. “You’re finally home, huh? Hmm, did you gain some weight?”

“No, I did not!” Vivian quickly denied it. “I’m a girl, Uncle Solomon. And girls can’t gain weight. That’d be bad.”

Solomon laughed, amused by her reply. After he was done chatting with the girl, he looked up at the man before him, who had been waiting for a while.

 

As usual, he looked upset to see Solomon. He looked furious, his gaze dark, threatening to swallow him if he didn’t answer the man’s unvoiced questions.

If Solomon didn’t tell the man who he was and why the girl looked so excited to see him, he might just be killed there and then.

 

I’m Solomon. Dr. West’s

like the sound of that, and his anger flared further. Hah! What nonsense! There’s no way a man

young and sounded like he knew his wife well.

a friend? And here I thought this girl is the only one she got left. Even her husband

with all the scathing remarks? I just told him I’m Macy’s friend. So why

sorry, Mr. Hayes. Perhaps you’ve misunderstood me. I’m just

you’re just a friend, how’d you know

become so stubborn and unreasonable after the

used to be the president of

was about to rise, Sasha finally arrived on the scene after she went back earlier. “M-Mr. Hayes? Why are you here?

Solomon before ‘realizing’ that Sebastian was there as well. To take things

couldn’t believe that Sasha was still putting up an act at this point,

too, couldn’t believe the preposterous situation. He narrowed his eyes at the audacity of how Sasha was still trying to lie when everyone had seen through

suffering. Guess you’ve been living

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