Chapter 169

Mercer's expression only darkened when he shifted his gaze to the table set with two breakfasts.

He boomed, "Pierre! Pierre, get your ass out here!"

At this point, Pierre seemed to hear the commotion. He emerged from the bathroom, holding a hair dryer in one hand and Calla's clothes in the other.

Seeing Mercer standing in the middle of the room, Pierre was momentarily stunned before handing Calla her clothes. "Your clothes are dry now. You should go change," he said.

Calla took the clothes from Pierre, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite feeling uneasy. After all, Mercer looked like a wild beast on the verge of going berserk. His current expression suggested he was not far from losing control.

This simple exchange of words and the handing over of clothes was enough to ignite Mercer's fury.

"Hey cuz! What brings you here?" Pierre greeted Mercer with a smile.

Hearing the word "cuz", Calla stared at them in shock. They were cousins? No wonder they both had the same last nam