Chapter 6
Daisy stepped in, trying to smooth things over. “Calvin, you must be getting overheated standing outside. Just take it easy.” The surrounding employees quickly chimed in, and Calvin’s expression improved instantly. But the next moment, the lock announced once
ore, “Incorrect passcode.” Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, the atmosphere growing unbearably awkward.
Beside me, Ivy couldn’t hold back her laughter. “It seems my parents changed the code since I haven’t been back in a while. Let me make a call to check.” Calvin, now visibly anxious, tried calling me on WhatsApp. Without hesitation, I declined the call.
“In a meeting,” I messaged back.
“Miss Wright, the passcode isn’t working, and we’re all stuck outside in this heat,” he replied. Just as I was about to suggest he head back, Ivy leaned over, whispering a suggestion in my ear. I told Calvin, “I’ll send someone over to let you in. Just wait a bit.”
Meanwhile, Calvin assured everyone to be patient. But moments later, he turned and saw Ivy and me entering through the villa door. The instant Daisy spotted me, her expression
turned dark.
“What are you doing here? Calvin doesn’t care about you anymore!” she spat, clinging possessively to Calvin’s arm as if to claim him.
Ivy let out a derisive laugh in front of everyone. “Why don’t you both take a look at yourselves? Still clinging on? You’ve really got some nerve!”
Following Ivy’s comment, everyone’s gaze shifted to Daisy, who had gone all out with elaborate makeup for her “leading lady” role today. Yet, from standing outside so long, her makeup had melted, and her hair stuck messily to her face. Calvin’s face twisted in
embarrassment, and he directed his irritation at us.
“Bianca, stop bothering me!” He began striding towards me, likely to push me away, but I simply shoved him back. As I walked toward the door, a hint of panic flickered across Calvin’s face. With one more incorrect entry, the villa’s door would lock automatically.
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“Get away from there! Don’t mess with anything!” he shouted.
Daisy, hearing this, tried to block me, grabbing my sleeve–only for me to slap her hand away. “With those filthy hands? Who gave you permission to touch me?”
Daisy attempted to retaliate, but Ivy quickly restrained her with one hand. In front of everyone, I placed my thumb on the door’s lock.
“Bianca, are you deaf or-”
“Welcome home, owner!” The lock clicked open, Calvin’s voice and the door’s automated
greeting echoing simultaneously. Silence fell over the crowd, broken only by the sound of Daisy’s labored, angry breathing.
