Rosalynn stepped away and shook off his hand.

“Thank you,”

“You're welcome. | should be thanking you."

Barlow smiled. With a grin, he asked, “Miss, are you heading back to Wragos as well?"

"Yes," Rosalynn replied before straightening out her almost toppled luggage.

“What a coincidence!" Barlow said with a smile.

"May | have your phone number? I'd like to treat you to dinner as a way of thanking my savior."

In the front, Edwin finally drove away the fans and reporters with the help of the bodyguards.

Brian searched for Rosalynn and caught sight of her speaking with Barlow.

Ahint of annoyance flickered in his eyes, and his expression darkened.

Rosalynn was talking to a stranger as soon as they disembarked from the plane.

As Brian's gaze settled on Barlow, the air around him grew tense.

"Rosalyn, what's going on?”

Upon hearing Brian's irritated voice, Rosalynn turned to face him.

He was tall, with long legs and pursed lips, emanating a tense aura.

Angry again, was he?

Rosalynn said to Barlow, "No, thank you. We met by pure coincidence. Saving you was no big thing. I'd do the same even for a sick pig.”

Barlow was left speechless.

Apig?

Was he being compared to a sick pig?

Barlow watched as Rosalynn pushed her suitcase to Brian, and a faint smile formed on his lips. To conceal the intensity of his gaze, he wore his sunglasses.

Pushing his suitcase, Barlow strode forward, calling out to Rosalynn's retreating figure, "Dear, farewell.”