Brenda looked at him with eager anticipation, hoping for a yes.
Callahan didn't even break his stride. He grabbed Leilani's hand and headed straight for their reserved private room, completely ignoring Brenda.
Oblivious to his coldness—or pretending to be—Brenda followed them inside, her tone sickly sweet and clingy.
"What have you been busy with lately?"
"You haven't come over to the house in ages. My mom was just talking about you a couple of days ago."
"And Beatty would be so thrilled if she knew we could all have dinner together."
Throughout her entire monologue, she didn't spare a single glance at Leilani, treating her as if she were completely invisible.
Faced with such blatant disrespect, Leilani remained perfectly calm and said nothing.
Honestly, the whole display was just incredibly childish. If she threw a fit over something so petty, she'd only be lowering herself to Brenda's level.
Compared to the rest of her family, Brenda's little tricks were purely amateur.
But just because Leilani didn't care didn't mean Callahan was going to let it slide.
He stopped abruptly, clearly annoyed by the incessant chattering.
Frowning, he turned to glare at Brenda with ice-cold eyes. "Are you blind? Can't you see I have someone with me?"
"I'm here on a date with my girlfriend. It's not convenient for us to join you."
"Is that clear enough for you to understand?"
If she still didn't get it, he had absolutely nothing left to say.
He was utterly disgusted by her arrogant, classless behavior.


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