Jarren's voice shot through the line, brimming with eagerness.
"Yes, yes! Just tell me the time and the place—I'll pick you up myself. Tonight's dinner is on me!"
Amari's lips curved into the faintest of smiles, a smile that held power rather than warmth. "Mr. Gomez, you choose the location. Send the details to Nicky. I still have work to finish, so I won't keep you any longer."
"Oh, of course, I understand. You must be very busy," Jarren replied instantly, his tone dripping with politeness—politeness that had been missing when he spoke with Nicky earlier.
The call ended.
Nicky couldn't hold back her laughter. She flopped back against the couch, clutching her stomach. "Oh my God! Did you see the way he suddenly turned into a loyal puppy with you? Amari, that man looked like a proper grandson begging for approval. You don't know how good this feels! For the first time since this nightmare started, I feel relief!"
Amari only smiled faintly, keeping her silence.