"Alright."
Calvin responded indifferently, his gaze drifting briefly toward the door.
"I'll step out for a moment."
Tiffany nodded and walked to the balcony with her phone in hand.
Meanwhile, Calvin rebutted his shirt and strode out of the room.
A closer observer might have noticed his footsteps were unusually light.
Outside the door...
"Well, Gino?
Any updates?"
Grandma. Calvin lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
"What are they saying?
I can't hear a thing!"
She had taken an instant liking to this Tiffany girl.
If her grandson had brought her here just to put on a show, she'd make sure their act turned into reality.
Though, of course, she'd prefer it if they were genuine from the start.
"Madam," Gino pressed his ear against the door once more, his brow furrowed deeply.
"CEO Calvin and Miss Tiffany didn't say anything, but..." "But what?"
Grandma. Calvin's eyebrows knitted together as she pressed for an answer.
