Evie and Emerald were quiet.
Evie looked to the side, doing everything she could to ignore Michael's presence. Emerald, meanwhile, kept sneaking glances at Evie, trying to study her quiet, unreadable expression. There was something about that calm face—mysterious, untouchable—that made Emerald's chest twist with a strange mix of envy and curiosity.
The silence between the two groups was heavy, the kind that made every small breath sound too loud. Then Michael finally broke it with a charming smile.
"That's right," he said casually. His tone was light, but his words carried a certain weight. He didn't even bother denying it. There was no point. Everyone already knew the truth—they'd end up enemies the moment they found the Boss.
