It was Noah…

At that moment, Gwynn would rather talk to him than Anderson. So, she said to the latter courteously, “I believe you can tell that I’m busy, Anderson!”

He didn’t force her to stay. He wore a cold expression when he rose. “I guess I’ll get out of your way and let you reconcile with Noah, then.”

He bumped into Noah on his way out.

The latter was dressed sharply and looked downright mature and stunning. It was the look that Anderson had come to hate.

He said coldly, “What a coincidence, Noah!”

Noah peered at Gwynn, who was sitting in her office, before turning his gaze to Anderson. A trace of sharp hostility flashed across his eyes. Then, he adopted the same sarcasm Anderson had exhibited.

“Look what the cat dragged in! What are you doing here? Meeting up with your Aunt Gwynn instead of cooking up some schemes in a dark room today?”

Anderson’s tone grew colder. “Mind your own business!”

Then, he left in a hurry.

Their shoulders rammed into each other as they walke