Chapter 145
Sweet Subterfuge
Chapter 145
Everyone, including Lana, was stunned by Larissaâs words.
The woman will wavy hair was the first to regain composure. She retorted, âHow can you prove that youâre Mr. Rogersâ family and not some crazy woman infatuated with him? You might be making this up!â
With that, she glared at Lana with disdain.
Switching to another approach, Lana burst into tears and threw herself into Larssaâs arms. âLarissa, theyâre bullying me!! just wanted to express my gratitude to Mr. Rogers, but they accused me of trying to seduce him! As my older sister, you should stand up for me!â
The woman with wavy hair was appalled when Lana revealed that Larissa was her sister. âYouâre her sister? She just claimed to be Mr. Rogers trend! Both of you are dishonest fraudsters! Caral call the security guards to kick them out!â
âOkay!â A woman, presumably Carol, immediately picked up the phone on her deck.
Larissa wasnât worried at all since the security guards at Microworks Building knew her.
âI really am a family member of Mr. Rogers. I call him right now if you donât believe me. Larissa pulled out her phone.
âYour sister just tried this tactic to deceive me, so donât even try.â the wavy-haired woman sneered, âI suggest that you think of another way.â
Larissa looked at Lana questioningly.
Lana nodded ruefully and said defeatedly, âMr. Rogers hung up on my call twice.â
Larissa thought for a moment. âCould it be that Mr. Rogers is still in a meeting?â
The woman with wavy hair burst into mocking laughter. W. Rogers hasnât had any meetings this moming! Canât you come up with a more convincing excuse that wonât be so easily debunked?â
Larissa was surprised, Dylan had told her before that Kevan had two numbers, one for work and one for personal use. The number she had saved on her phone and given to Lana this morning was his private line.
Few people knew of this number. Kevan usually answered it whenever she called, except during meetings. Larissa fourd Kevanâs number on her phone and made a call
The wavy-haired woman crossed her arms and stared at Larissa smugly. âDo you think Mr. Rogers will answer just because you used another phone-
Before she could finish her sentence, Larissaâs phone speaker emitted Kevanâs monotonous voice, Interrupting the conversation. âWhatâs the matter?
His opening ine was as brief as always.
The wavy-haired woman stared in astonishment while Lanaâs expression darkened with resentment.
Larissa breathed a sigh of relief. âWeâre outside the presidential altice. Can you come cut and meet us?â she asked.
âThe presidential office? Are you at the Microworks Building?â Kevan sounded slightly surprised.
âYes.â
Immediately after, they heard the sound of a chair berg dragged across the floor.
âWait for a moment.â Then, the call was cut off.
Soon, a cacophony of voices greeting Kevan was heard coming closer and closer.
The wavy-haired woman hurriedly turned around and greeled Kevan respectfully. âMr. Rogers?â
Lana quickly followed suit. âMr. Hogers!â
Kevan acknowledged them with a nod. Without sparing them another glance, he walked straight up to Larissa. Fixing his gaze on the paper bag in Larissaâs hand, he raised a brow, asking, âIs this for me?â