With a deadpan face, Duncan threw a fit about refusing to see Liberty. Now that he saw her in person, his greedy eyes locked onto Liberty’s face as if he was trying to etch her looks on his mind.

Duncan opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came through his parted lips. Duncan was at a loss for words.

He must be dreaming.

Duncan said he did not want to see Liberty, so his parents would not let her in.

He had to be dreaming.

Duncan closed his eyes once more.

The soft tissue brushing against his skin prompted Duncan to open his eyes.

He was not dreaming.

It really was Liberty.

He could not believe that Liberty was here.

Who let her in?

With a chilling gaze and an aloof expression, Duncan raised his hand and roughly slapped Liberty’s hand away. He sternly questioned, “Who said you could come in? I don’t want to see you! Get out! Aren’t you happy enough that you got me in this sorry state? Go! Go now! The last person I want to see is you!”

Liberty calmly retr