Zayden's gaze snapped toward Olivia, his expression shifting from playful to icy cold.
"Don't tell me you forgot that night," Olivia taunted, clutching her small green handbag tightly.
Zara furrowed her brows and asked, "What are you insinuating?"
The atmosphere in the room crackled with tension, and it felt as though everyone was holding their breath.
Zara suddenly felt a chill creeping up her back, like a phantom whisper against her skin. She tilted her head slightly, her movements slow and deliberate, as if bracing herself for Zayden's reaction.
As she turned around, she met Zayden's piercing and sharp gaze. A shiver ran down her spine.
Zayden's posture had stiffened, his playful demeanor completely replaced by a cold, unyielding presence. His jaw was clenched, and his intense gaze bore into Zara like a knife.
"Zane, you don't have to pretend you don't know anything," Olivia said with a pout, her gaze fixed on Zayden.
