Dilan, wary, asked, "What do you want then?"

Was she going to beat him up again?

Rosalynn declared, “Here's the deal, buddy. Option one: swallow your pride and give Zoe a heartfelt apology. Show her some respect and steer clear when she's around."

Dilan's face shifted as he heard this.

“No way!"

Last time, having to bow down to Kyson in front of everyone had already been embarrassing enough for Dilan.

Now, bowing down to say sorry to a girl? Hell no!

Rosalynn smirked. "Option two, do me a favor."

“What kind of favor?" Dilan shot back, not sounding too friendly.

“Just Like you got under Zoe's skin this morning, do the same to Ivy Larson," Rosalynn directed.

Dilan hesitated, wearing a silent frown.

Rosalynn raised her brows a tad. "Why the silence? Are you some hired muscle for Mrs. Larson, unable to go against the Larson family?"

"Absolutely not!" Dilan denied.

“Then why dance to Mrs. Larson's tune?" Rosalynn probed, eyeing him.

Dilan's eyes flickered. "That's my business, none of yours."

Rosalynn nodded. "Alright, I won't pry into your secrets. So, option one or option two?"

He wanted neither.

Dilan scowled. “Isn't there a third way?"

"Nope," Rosalynn said flatly.

Dilan kept quiet, brainstorming a plan.