"..."
Simon Adler glanced down. For a moment, his vision went black. He hastily took a step back, ducking back into the walk-in closet.
Mia Grant tsked, biting back a sarcastic comment.
She replied to what he'd just said, "I know. I'm not a three-year-old."
"That would be for the best."
"If you cause me any more trouble, I'll tell Silas Grant you're here," he threatened, so flustered he was practically rambling.
"...You're insane."
Mia Grant muttered to herself and ignored him, looking down to continue replying to Felix Sinclair's messages.
"Don't worry about coming over. At this hour, my brother would get suspicious if you did."
"My brother is seriously more vigilant than you think. The slightest sign of trouble won't escape his notice."
"I'll definitely be back before the end of the month. As soon as my brother's marriage is settled, I can come back."
"I'm perfectly safe right now. I'll call you if anything happens."
She fired off several messages in a row.
