The sender’s name read: Miss Johnson. In an instant, Hendrix guessed what was inside.

His eyes darkened, chilling with an icy edge.

“Hendrix, this is...” Xenia, still seated, propped her elbows on the desk, feigning casual concern.

“Leave.” Hendrix interrupted her, his voice colder than ever.

In front of Tyler, Xenia felt a bit awkward. But she quickly adjusted her stiff expression and stood up naturally.

“Okay, ...