“These people from downstairs claim we're bothering them, and they were so rude to me.”

Sanford's eyes narrowed as he looked at the doorway.

Surprise flickered across his face upon seeing Rosalynn.

“Rosalynn? What are you doing here?"

Rosalynn was equally taken aback.

"Sanford, you live here?"

"Oh, this is my place. I just moved in today," Sanford replied, smirking.

"So you live downstairs? We're neighbors now."

Rosalynn couldn't fathom why Sanford chose to live here.

Although this community was located in a good location, for people Like them who were used to living in large villas, this kind of community was considered a slum for them.

Rosalynn hoped that Sanford wouldn't have parties every single day.

It would make living here so annoying!

“Since we're neighbors, please try to keep the noise down," Rosalynn requested.

Sanford nodded, grinning.

"Sure thing. Come in and join the fun."

“No, we're heading back," Rosalynn declined.

“Don't go. Brian will be here soon," Sanford insisted, trying to persuade her to stay.

Brian was coming?

A deep frown etched on Rosalynn's face. But before she could reply, the elevator chimed.

Brian emerged, clad in his usual attire: a crisp shirt and tailored suit pants, his tall frame imposing in the soft Light.

"Brian," Sanford greeted him, smiling.

Brian acknowledged him with a nod, his gaze falling on Rosalynn's wrist still in Sanford's grasp.