Facing Damien’s cold, indifferent gaze, Emilia relaxed. But at the same time, a nagging discomfort gnawed at her insides.

Barry clearly knew Damien didn’t like Autumn, yet he still took the initiative to talk to her. Wasn’t that basically a slap in their faces? Or could it be that Autumn was the one who had reached out to Tarry Lind? That was entirely possible.

Emilia found Autumn pretty disgusting, thinking she only knew how to hang around with men. Suppressing the rising anger in her chest, she said, “Maybe Autumn needed something from Barry?”

Duren coldly withdrew his gaze. “Maybe.”

Tell Barry to come to the count… Barry had finally managed to break the ice and actually have a decent conversation with Autumn, but a phone call came in and ruined the hard-won moment.

“We’re here at the court.”

“Try the food. I didn’t invite you guys.”

Last night, when he mentioned to Im and the others that Kico had invited him to play tennis, it was just casual small talk; he hadn’t actually invited them to come along. “I realized it’s been ages since I played tennis when you brought it up. I asked Damien to come along, and Fayden’s joining, too.”

After Alber hung up, Autumn said, “You should go ahead since your friends are already there.” Tarry was about to speak, but he ultimately held back for appearances’ sake. He lightly tightened his grip on the phone. His body tensed, but his face remained relaxed as he asked, “Can we still talk like this in the future?”

“I don’t think there’s really any need for that, is there?” Autumn countered.