“What exactly are you saying?"

Barlow chuckled lightly, his form casually lounging against the comfortable velvet of the sofa. The rhythmic tapping of his knuckles against the wooden armrest filled the room with deceptive calm.

"Why not join me for a drink?"

"Out with it, damn it!"

Faced with the potential danger to her best friend, Rosalynn's usually placid demeanor flared up.

Unfazed, Barlow's playful smile remained intact as he lazily gestured to the empty spot beside him.

"Where's the ever-graceful Rosalynn we know? Settle down. Have a seat.”

Reining in her biting response, Rosalynn conceded, sinking into the luxurious cushions. Her frustration was almost tangible in the room.

Barlow poured a glass of wine for her and asked, “How did you know Kennedi?"

Kennedi?

Rosalynn sputtered in surprise, “You know her?”

“I saw you dining together." His finger skated across the rim of his glass, eyes narrowing with curiosity.

Rosalynn's mind began blaring warnings.

“Who is she? What's her background?"

Her questions was met with the sound of Barlow taking a sip of his wine, followed by a chilling revelation.

"She's the daughter of the former head of Sun Group. She's seeking revenge against me.”

Rosalynn struggled to process this news.

Was Barlow the villain in Kennedi's story?

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Rosalynn voiced her thoughts.

“As far as I've observed, she approached Karina. But if she's seeking revenge on you, why approach Karina?"

A sudden realization hit her.

"The Last time you were in the hospital, I also saw Kennedi. Karina was with you then. Did Kennedi mistake Karina for your girlfriend and approach her intentionally?"