Cyrus dialed Vivienne’s number several times, but none of the calls went through.

Derek, who had been lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, was now laughing uncontrollably. “Cyrus, do you think Vivienne has figured out that you’ve been lying to her?”

Cyrus’s face darkened. He gripped his phone tightly, his fingers slowly tightening around it.

Vivienne wasn’t a fool. In fact, she was incredibly sharp. Although he had kept his "K" identity hidden from her, ...