A little?

His heart clenched.

"Was it with Donn Boyd?"

“How'd you know that?" Her voice revealed a touch of surprise.

Barlow's frustration bubbled over.

“Karina, have you lost your senses?

Why are you having dinner alone with a man?"

Karina's voice dripped with scorn.

"Should I be asking the gender of my dinner companions when I'm out on business?"

Caught off guard, Barlow struggled to find the right words.

Regaining his composure, he ventured, “Are you feeling all right?"

“I'm fine! Barlow, do you have too much time on your hands? Can you stop assuming all my business contacts are up to no good?" Karina's irritation was palpable.

He pondered whether to share the concerns Rosalynn had raised.

“Karina, you need to hear me out."

"I don't have time for this. We'll talk later."

With that, Karina hung up.

The phone went silent in his hand, casting a shadow over Barlow's features.

She was stubborn and reckless, wasn't she?

He set the navigation and pushed the pedal to the metal, his mind racing as fast as the car.

In the secluded room of Leeway Restaurant, Karina stowed her phone away and felt her Lips pull into a frown

What was Barlow's game here?

Was he pretending to care about her?