Lilah seemed indifferent as she replied, "If she's the daughter of Richard's friend, it's fine. Let her join."

“You're sure you're not upset?" Gerard was deeply concerned about how Lilah felt.

Lilah, slightly irritated, asked, "Will it make any difference if I say now that I don't want her joining us?"

"Thanks, and I'm sorry, Lilah. This won't happen again," Gerard assured her.

Hearing Gerard's reassurance, her anger began to ebb. "Make sure you do."

"Absolutely," he replied.

“Come down now," she said, managing a smile as she glanced toward a particular floor.

“Just a moment. I'll come down with my belongings," Gerard confirmed with a nod.

"Okay."

After ending the call, he walked over to the square desk, pulled open a drawer, and retrieved a folder.

Simultaneously, a knock echoed through the room.

“Come in," he said, walking toward the door with the folder in hand.

Bexley entered, dragging a small suitcase, her gaze fixed on Gerard.

"Gerard, what's that in your hand? I can carry it."

Gerard's expression hardened. "No need, thanks; let's just go. And here, please call me Mr. Harris."

"Okay.. Mr. Harris." Bexley hesitated. "But assisting you is part of my job. Allow me to at least carry that for you."

Despite her reluctance, she knew she had to adhere to his preference in address.

He pressed on, not sparing her a glance. “Your main task is to prioritize your duties. Let's head down."

Bexley bit her lip, gazing at his retreating figure, a mix of emotions swirling within her.

Her phone buzzed with an untimely notification.

Frowning, Bexley checked the message, only to find a lengthy text.

She responded with a mix of irritation and finality, "We're over. Why keep contacting me? You're blocked now."

After sending the message, she immediately blocked the number.

Then she followed Gerard ahead.