Aurora gasped sharply, her expression darkening.
"Everett, you really know how to joke. I've got things to do—I'm leaving."
Without another word, she turned and strode off.
Old Mr. Langston squinted at her slender figure disappearing into the distance and let out a low chuckle.
"Well, would you look at that… Seems like she really doesn't care for you. What a rare thing—there's actually a girl out there who's not into my son."
There was even a hint of amusement in his tone as he walked over and sat down on the couch.
Gianna pursed her lips.
"Sir, what woman wouldn't like our Everett? That girl's just putting on a show."
"Whose son is he, exactly? Miss Gianna, you're disgusting."
Everett sneered.
"You're not welcome here. Both of you need to leave. Now."
"You little punk—what, your stepmother offend you or something?"
Old Mr. Langston almost stormed over, but Gianna quickly held him back.
