At the Newton mansion, Sylvia couldn’t hide her excitement.

Just imagining her brother planning to teach Hope a lesson filled her with a wicked kind of joy.

She picked up a fruit tray and went to knock on Kairo Jet’s door.

It took a while before Kairo finally opened it.

He hadn’t been living at the Newtons’ for long, but he already looked worn-out—dark circles under his eyes, messy bedhead, and a hollow stare that said he hadn’t slept in days.

He tried to pull himself together and asked politely, “Miss Newton, what can I do for you?”

Sylvia smiled sweetly and walked right in without waiting to be invited....