The ringing phone irritated Brendon, provoking his annoyance. But the abrupt rush of anger felt like a cold, sobering shower that washed over him, momentarily quelling his irritation.
He finally answered the call.
"Mm-hmm," he responded, his face impassive, while a sweet, muffled female voice spoke on the other end. Ranita strained to hear the words clearly, but Brendon's inscrutable expression gave nothing away.
The conversation was brief, just two minutes, yet for Ranita, it stretched out like an eternity. Every fiber of her being throbbed, as if she were being sliced by an invisible blade, causing a silent, excruciating agony in her heart, lungs, spleen, and kidneys.
"I can't make it to lunch today. I have some things to attend to," Brendon said coldly before ending the call.
Although Ranita had no intentions of having lunch with Brendon in the first place, Shannon had already interrupted their plans, an uneasy feeling lingered.
"Mr. Stuart, you can drop me off here," she told him, getting out of the car at a roadside stop.
Just as she stepped out of the car, about to call Olivia, her phone rang. "Ranita! Come back to the studio!"
"What's going on?" Ranita inquired urgently.
"A woman came with two people... Oh my, it's too chaotic to explain over the phone. Just come back," Olivia responded. It wasn't that she didn't want to elaborate, but the situation was too overwhelming, and Olivia was entirely bewildered.
Ranita hailed a taxi back to the studio, and as she approached the door, she heard a familiar and self-assured voice inquiring, "Where's Ranita? Hasn't she returned yet?"
Holly?
Ranita quickened her pace, pushing the door open with a chiming bell. Olivia eagerly welcomed her, as if she had encountered a savior. "Ranita, you're back!" Olivia exclaimed.
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