All at once, a weird, uncomfortable feeling filled her chest. She stopped moving, her hand shaking a little.
A deep sense of dread filled her.
Still, she forced a smile, grabbed her things, and walked downstairs.
Sure enough, Peter was waiting in the living room, seated calmly on the sofa.
His posture was relaxed, but his aura was gloomy, unlike the gentleness he always exuded.
Nexi forced a cheerful voice.
"Brother, how was your day?" she asked sweetly, walking toward him with a bright smile.
Peter's eyes lifted to meet hers; his voice was laced with calmness.
"Tell me," he asked, "did you use my phone to chat with Adriana and pretend you were responsible for this house?"
Nexi froze on the spot.
Her smile faltered, and her face stiffened.
Inside, she cursed Adriana for snitching.
'That bitch... why didn't she follow the script? My sources clearly said that she was very submissive in a relationship!'
Nexi wasn't an idiot. She had planned everything.
