Old Mr. Langston gave Aurora a disdainful glance.
"I'm not interested."
Aurora felt a surge of irritation.
Of course, the old man disliked her—
Sure, she was an actress, but she wasn't some scandal-ridden, fame-hungry celebrity.
He hadn't even taken the time to get to know her before completely dismissing her.
It made Aurora's blood boil.
But for Everett's sake, she swallowed her anger.
"This is about Everett," Aurora said steadily.
"If you don't look at it, you'll regret it."
No sooner had the words left her mouth than Old Mr. Langston frowned and strode over, snatching the phone out of her hand.
Hmph.
Aurora thought,
So much for old age bringing dignity.
Old Mr. Langston scanned the message—and his expression immediately darkened.
"So this is connected to you?" he demanded coldly.
Aurora shook her head.
"I don't know what's going on either.
But right now, I need to see him."
She paused, her voice turning sharper.
