Lyndon's discomfort grew.

He returned the phone to Myra, his voice dropping coldly as he said, "Rita?"

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Tilda's lips. It was clear that Lyndon had a less-than-favorable opinion of Rita.

"It was Rosie, Rita's good friend, who orchestrated it," Tilda explained. "She took advantage of a moment when Keanu was negotiating business with people from her company. Luckily, Myra ran into Keanu and managed to pull him away from Rosie. But even then, they couldn't completely avoid Rosie's schemes. Now the internet is full of insults aimed at them, and I'm sure there are plenty of people at the company gossiping about Myra too. That's why I came by — to show her some support."

Lyndon listened carefully, piecing it all together. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Tilda glanced at Myra, her expression thoughtful. "When I'm not around, could you help keep an eye out for her? Make sure no one tries to bully her."

"Of course," Lyndon agreed without hesitation.

Standing nearby, Myra grinned playfully.

"Thank you," she chirped, placing her hands on her waist, bending her knees slightly, and performing an exaggerated curtsy.

Tilda chuckled at the dramatic gesture. "Myra, why don't you join us for lunch?"

Myra's eyes widened, and she shook her head vigorously.

"Thank you, but I don't want to intrude. You two enjoy your lunch together."

Tilda raised an amused brow. "Oh, I don't mind having company."

"Well, I don't want to interrupt your private moment!" Myra quipped with a grin. "Besides, I've got work to do. I'll leave you two to it."

Before Tilda could insist, Myra quickly excused herself, making her escape down the hallway.

The idea of a meal with Lyndon clearly unsettled her. Tilda couldn't help but laugh softly at her quick retreat.

Lyndon turned to Tilda, his expression curious. "Do you need me to help delete the trending topics online?"

Tilda's gaze lingered on the space where Myra had disappeared before she replied, "No need. We'll handle it."

Lyndon's brow lifted. "So, you and Corrine have a plan?"

Tilda nodded. "Yes. Corrine is gathering evidence to clear Myra's and Keanu's names. It won't be long before the truth comes out," she explained.

Satisfied, Lyndon let the topic drop.

He glanced at his watch and smiled. "So, what do you want to eat for Lunch?"

Tilda took a sip of her coffee, her almond-shaped eyes glimmering with mischief as she remembered a joke she'd made with Corrine about cooking a disastrous meal to tease Lyndon.

"Do you have a kitchen here?" she asked casually. Lyndon tilted his head, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Yes."