Selina feigned a heavy sigh.

“Let's leave it in the past. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be between Brian and me. Kyson, please, be courteous when she arrives."

Kyson's eyebrows arched, his smirk tinged with mischief.

"Rest assured, Selina, I'm always the gracious host. I'll greet her with the warmest of welcomes."

Selina, hearing his promise, sensed his eagerness Kyson was seven years younger than her, and she had observed him growing up.

She understood him thoroughly.

Kyson held the position of the second child in the Moreno family, and his birth was of significant importance due to an accident involving their first child.

As he grew, they ensured he had access to the very best.

Their genuine concern was to handle him with care, as if he were a delicate egg, and to prevent him from vanishing like a popsicle melting away.

Thankfully, the Moreno couple was wise in their parenting. Despite their deep affection for him, they hadn't spoiled him. He matured well under their guidance.

Selina, following her father's lifelong teachings, knew the importance of winning over the Moreno family to secure her standing among them.

Her relationship with Kyson was a testament to that effort.

To Kyson, Selina was as good as a sister, a bond he valued deeply.

His upbringing in a nurturing environment had left him optimistic and cheerful.

This disposition was indeed a virtue, but it also meant he had rarely faced hardship, rendering him naive and easily swayed. It was a fact Selina had deliberately exploited.

Her words were calculated.

Boys at Kyson's age were often driven by passion and impulse, and they possessed a strong sense of justice.

As he saw Selina as his sister, he would undoubtedly take a stand for her if he believed she had been wronged.

Brian and Rosalynn reached the Moreno family's villa in silence.

As Brian brought the car to a stop, Rosalynn readied herself to exit.