"You walk like a damn ghost?"

Derek Grant raised his hand and pressed it lightly on Sophia Collins’ head.

"Relax, just a pat. No need to freak out."

Sophia only got startled for a second before shaking it off.

She asked, "What were you saying just now?"

A mischievous glint flashed in Derek’s eyes.

"Oh, I said, if you can’t stand Mason Jackson, just tell Aurora. Your bestie will gladly settle the score for you."

Sophia knew Derek all too well. ...