The cars ahead began to move again. Rosalie removed her foot from the brake and turned her gaze back to the road.

She scoffed at the thought of his expression. “Aren’t you engaged to Miss Fuller, President Lawrence? But you’re getting awfully close to me because of Estie. Isn’t that a little inappropriate?”

She did not even know who Estie’s mother was.

In that case, that man’s behavior was even more deplorable.

Where did he find the nerve to criticize her?

Byron did not expect her to bring up Estie. His expression turned complicated, and he said vaguely, “That’s different.”

After all, Estie was her daughter in the first place.

Rosalie just snorted. “How is that different? Besides, Estie is the only thing tying us together.

Without her, we aren’t even friends. Who I make friends with is my business. It has nothing to do with you, President Lawrence. You’re overstepping your boundaries here.”

The temperature in the car plummeted after she said that.

Byron’s expression was belo