Irene's P.O.V

I glanced back and forth at Steve and Erior, trying to process everything that I just heard her say now. I had a lot of questions that I wanted to ask her and most especially, why she needed my help in throwing Kourtney out of the house.

I cleared my throat, ducking my head down as I swiveled my gaze around the warehouse. My eyes fell on a bottle of water carefully placed on the bonnet of an old modeled supercar. "A bottle of water, I need a bottle of water" I muttered under my breath.

Erior scoffed as I raised my head. "What do you take me...