Chapter 206:
Felipe shot Trent a piercing look, his expression unreadable, then turned his attention to Farrah.
“Let me know when you’re finished talking with Freya. I’ll be waiting.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Farrah replied, her voice firm.
Ignoring her protest, Felipe turned and strode toward Liam’s room, driven by a need to understand why Trent was present at their gathering.
He hadn’t anticipated the scene that awaited him: Liam and Kristian sitting on the floor, eyes locked in a tense standoff.
“What in the world are you two doing?” Felipe’s voice carried a mix of bewilderment and curiosity.
Both men swiveled their heads to look at him, their expressions a silent challenge to his intrusion.
Without waiting for an explanation, Felipe shrugged nonchalantly and settled himself on a nearby sofa, choosing not to delve deeper.
Liam was about to confront Kristian for leaving him sprawled on the cold floor, but the snippets of conversation he’d accidentally caught earlier diverted his attention. With a raised eyebrow, he asked,
“Felipe, were you just having a heated argument with a woman?”
Felipe, visibly seething, snapped back,
“Are you deaf or something?”
Liam wondered silently if the chaos of the day was his fault for inviting Trent.
But before he could utter a word in his defense, Kristian stepped in, his voice sharp as a blade.
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“Are you blind?”
“What’s your problem, Kristian?” Felipe challenged, his voice laced with frustration that had been brewing since the previous night.
“Did I get in the way while you were scolding Liam?”
Kristian’s response was a silent, icy stare that spoke volumes. Calling out Liam was something only he could do. Anyone else risked facing the consequences.
“Fine. I won’t argue with you,” Felipe conceded, his voice a mix of resignation and irritation, aware of Kristian’s fiery temper. He couldn’t help but grumble,
“I just don’t understand. Why did Liam bring Trent Seymour to our gathering? Was it just to annoy us?”
As Felipe’s words trailed off, Kristian’s eyes narrowed and turned towards Liam, probing for his motives.
Liam’s intention wasn’t to annoy Kristian but to make him feel jealous.
“Felipe, I don’t like where you’re going with this,” Liam retorted, brushing off his pants as he stood up with a nonchalant shrug.
“When you were promised perks for joining the gathering, didn’t you accept without hesitation?”
Felipe fumbled for something to say. How was he supposed to know Farrah would be there as well?
“Was it Farrah Welch you were arguing with earlier?” Kristian deduced, catching the flicker of recognition in Felipe’s eyes.
Felipe’s silence confirmed it, heavy with unspoken tensions.
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