“It’s… it’s almost too perfect to be a coincidence,” Katie muttered, voice trembling slightly, eyes darting nervously.

Calvin’s tone cut through the air like a blade, venom dripping from every word. “So your lovely friend has reunited with the love of her life.”

Katie’s brow furrowed, her pulse quickening. “What do you mean by that?”

His words landed like a punch. “Ain’t they cozy together? She was enjoying his grip on her waist every inch of it.”

Katie’s hands clenched instinctively. “Do you have someone stalking Cleo?” Her voice flared, sharp and defensive.

Calvin’s gaze was cold, calculating, almost amused. “Why would I do that?”

“Then how did you know...