Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 165

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Chapter 165
Kevan’s eyebrows furrowed.
‘Don’t call me Mr. Rogers’ hom now on.” he said.
Larissa stopped in her tracks.
“What should I call you then?”
“Well, you called me something else this moming, didn’t you? I think it sounds pretty great
Larissa wondered what she had called him that morning when it struck her that she had called him by his first name-Kevan, However, she had merely been putting on an act before Lana. There was no way she could bring herself to call him that when they were alone. It sounded too intimate.
Ignoring his request Larissa proceeded to place his lunch on the table. Just as she was about to send a text to Dylan to invite him over for lunch, he pushed the door open and walked in, as if he had read her mind.
As he was looking elsewhere, he didn’t notice Larissa.

“Hey, why is everyone talking about you and Lana having an affair?” he asked Kevan
Larissa was about to greet him, but his words immediately made her stop. Kevan, on the other hand. glowered. Instinctively, he glanced at Larissa, who was wearing a perplexed expression.
Frowning, he said. “I’ve already sent someone to investigate the source. Once we find out —
Although he didn’t finish his sentence, they all understood what he meant.
Larissa was suddenly taken aback, recalling what she had gossiped about with Zero the previous night. The timing of this rumor circulating was too coincidental. If it turned out that they were the source, the consequences awaiting the four of them would be dire
Larissa quickly turned around, to send a text message to Zero, asking. “Did you tell anyone about Lana and Mr. Rogers?
Zero usually only visited Microworks Building when there was a livestream, so she had no idea about what had happened in the company today.
“I didn’t say anything. Raina and Maggie are not sure either. What’s going on?” Zero answered soon after.
“You should ask them,” Larissa replied.
Just as she sent the message, she heard Dylan ask, “Miss Seymour? What are you doing here?”
Larissa immediately pocketed her phone, turned around, and plastered a smile on her face.
“I brought. Mr. Rogers his lunch.”
Immediately. Kevan comected her with a frown. “Don’t call me that”
Larissa promptly corrected herself, “I brought lunch for, uh, Kevan.”
Dylan teased Kevan. “Why are you doing this? The company has a caleteria, and yel you made Miss Seymour come all the way here to bring you food.”
Kevan answered with a single word, “Leave.”
Dylan didn’t leave. He-as Kevan described him-shamelessly remained there, feeling no remorse in eating the food Larissa had delivered
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