(Author's POV)
"Get out before I call the police," Myra spoke, her hazels meeting his golden greens in a deadly stare.
Dion sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, he mumbled, "There is something else I need to tell you as well, something really important. Please listen to that first."
"I don't want to know anything," Myra was adamant as she declared. "Mr. Everests."
"You would want to, Myra. Hear me out, at least," he kept insisting.
"Mr. Everests, please~ …. I have already told you~ …" Myra spoke, but Dion cut her off midway, "I, Al, Rave and~ …. Nor, we would be staying at the Larson mansion for the time being."
This time, Myra's façade of composedness cracked. She froze, her phone slipping through her hands, but luckily, Dion grasped it in time.
Fabian's name flashed across the display once again. He clenched his other fist, and before the ringtone could chime, he disconnected the call altogether, eventually switching it off.
