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Lyra gave him a withering glare as he descended the staircase, dressed in a casual short and black T-shirt. Her grip around her bag tightened.

"Why have you been ignoring my calls and messages?" She seethed the moment he reached the last step.

With his hands slipped into the pockets of his shorts, he displayed an air of non-challance.

"Leave us." He instructed the maids who bowed and left at once.

Then, he proceeded to the bar counter which was just at the side of the living room.

"I'm talking to you," Lyra walked after him. "I've sent you tons of messages and given you a good number of calls, but you've been ignoring me."

"I've been busy, Lyra." Jared grumped a reply, decanting some red wine into glass cups.

Lyra scoffed, finding it ridiculous. "Busy? Did you read the content of my messages at all to know how extremely important they are? Jared, I told you that Nikolai's wife is someone I used to know from college. She knows everything about me and with the look of things, she might