Chapter 6: Barbecue Confessions

I couldn’t help clenching my fists.

Lillian, how much more do you want to hurt me?

“No need for Miss Carter to trouble herself.” I smiled, looking her in the eye, though inside I was cold as ice. “She was chosen by the old man at home. His judgment’s never wrong.”

Lillian narrowed her eyes, staring hard at me, as if searching for something.

But she said nothing.

Suddenly, my phone rang, breaking the deadlock.

Lillian frowned, pulled out her phone, and her expression immediately softened.

“Lillian, you’re not here yet?”

A low, magnetic male voice came through the receiver—even I could hear it clearly.

Noah Greene.

Lillian’s gaze flicked over my face, her eyes growing deeper.

“I’m here, downstairs.”

“Mm, ran into a friend, just chatting a bit. I’m done—coming up now.”

A ‘friend.’ Just chatting a bit.

I smiled, my fist clenched so tight my nails dug into my palm, pain cutting to the bone.

Lillian hung up, stood up calmly, straightened her skirt.

“You two go ahead. I won’t disturb you.”

I watched her walk upstairs, my heart heavy.

Natalie, meanwhile, sat quietly across from me, her delicate brows arched in a slight smile.

“So, Mr. Walker, is it my turn yet?”