Instantly, Cleopatra’s hand shot toward the car door handle, yanking it but it didn’t budge. Her pulse hammered in her ears as she turned sharply to Anthony, eyes blazing with a mix of fear and fury.

“What… what is the meaning of this?” she demanded, her voice trembling yet edged with steel, every word dripping with accusation.

Anthony leaned casually against the steering wheel, but his eyes burned into her like they were reading every hidden thought, every hesitation. “So… you don’t want me visiting your apartment today,” he said slowly, deliberately, “What about another time?”

Cleopatra’s jaw tightened, every instinct screaming. Her gaze darted to Calvin’s parked car. ‘Locked,maybe...