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Chapter 165
Kevan’s eyebrows furrowed.
‘Don’t call me Mr. Rogers’ hom now on.” he said.
Larissa stopped in her tracks.
“What should I call you then?”
“Well, you called me something else this moming, didn’t you? I think it sounds pretty great
Larissa wondered what she had called him that morning when it struck her that she had called him by
his first name-Kevan, However, she had merely been putting on an act before Lana. There was no way
she could bring herself to call him that when they were alone. It sounded too intimate.
Ignoring his request Larissa proceeded to place his lunch on the table. Just as she was about to send a
text to Dylan to invite him over for lunch, he pushed the door open and walked in, as if he had read her
mind.
As he was looking elsewhere, he didn’t notice Larissa.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Hey, why is everyone talking about you and Lana having an affair?” he asked Kevan
Larissa was about to greet him, but his words immediately made her stop. Kevan, on the other hand.
glowered. Instinctively, he glanced at Larissa, who was wearing a perplexed expression.
Frowning, he said. “I’ve already sent someone to investigate the source. Once we find out —
Although he didn’t finish his sentence, they all understood what he meant.
Larissa was suddenly taken aback, recalling what she had gossiped about with Zero the previous night.
The timing of this rumor circulating was too coincidental. If it turned out that they were the source, the
consequences awaiting the four of them would be dire
Larissa quickly turned around, to send a text message to Zero, asking. “Did you tell anyone about Lana
and Mr. Rogers?
Zero usually only visited Microworks Building when there was a livestream, so she had no idea about
what had happened in the company today.
“I didn’t say anything. Raina and Maggie are not sure either. What’s going on?” Zero answered soon
after.
“You should ask them,” Larissa replied.
Just as she sent the message, she heard Dylan ask, “Miss Seymour? What are you doing here?”
Larissa immediately pocketed her phone, turned around, and plastered a smile on her face.
“I brought. Mr. Rogers his lunch.”
Immediately. Kevan comected her with a frown. “Don’t call me that”
Larissa promptly corrected herself, “I brought lunch for, uh, Kevan.”
Dylan teased Kevan. “Why are you doing this? The company has a caleteria, and yel you made Miss
Seymour come all the way here to bring you food.”
Kevan answered with a single word, “Leave.”
Dylan didn’t leave. He-as Kevan described him-shamelessly remained there, feeling no remorse in
eating the food Larissa had delivered
to Kevan and him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLarissa absentmindedly picked at her food, Kevan’s words about finding the source of the rumors
echoing in her mind.
Her phone vibrated, and she took it out and stole a glance at the message.
Zero’s message read. “Maggle told her classmate in the presidential allice yesterday, and they
discussed it for a long time.”
That was the last thing she wanted to happen. While Larissa had a sliver of hope that perhaps Maggle
wasn’t the source of the rumors, it didn’t matter how many people she had told-there was no way she
could be uninvolved with what was going on. it implicated not only
Zero, Raina, but Larissa hersell
Dylan continued to tease Kevan about the rumors within the company. “They say the account with the
username “I Love Lana the Mos which presents lavish gifts to Lana on StreamWave is your secret
account. People find it surprising how cheesy you can be when you are usually so aloof,”
Kevan continued to woll down his lunch, not bothering to lift his head from his food. He only said, “I get
rid of that account later.”
While he appeared calm, the plastic fork in his hand snapped, betraying his displeasure.
After much contemplation, Larissa licked her dry lips and set her lunch down.
“Mr. Rogers.” She mustered her courage to meet Kevan’s gaze. “There’s something I must tell you.”