Excitement flashes across Ludacris's eyes as they brighten sweetly.
"You have no idea how hard I have been trying to convince her to come to the exhibition; sometimes she barely reads my messages, but this time she actually agreed."
A teasing scoff escaped Dahyun.
"Are you sure she agreed to come because of you and not because Manson is here?"
Manson's brows furrowed slightly.
"I barely even talk to Daisy," his voice carried genuine confusion. "Why would she come because of me? Totally bullshit."
Dahyun only chuckled.
"We'll find out soon enough."
He clapped his hands together before turning towards the corridor.
"Come on, let me show everyone to their rooms."
Several minutes later, the penthouse gradually settled in silence.
One after the other, the bedroom doors click shut after Dahyun finished showing them their rooms. He turned to leave; a hand suddenly caught his wrist.
He looked up.
Jamel stood there, his grin widened with unmistakable satisfaction.
