Rosalynn hesitated, her gaze shifting to Barlow.

Barlow, nursing his bruised ego, grumbled, “Brian hit me."

“Hit you?" Karina's brow furrowed as she looked at Brian, puzzled by his actions.

Barlow's lips curled into a sly grin, goading Brian.

“Rosalynn isn't your girlfriend. Why so furious?"

Brian's jaw clenched, and his obsidian eyes bore into Rosalynn.

He awaited her response.

As memories of the day's events at the studio resurfaced, Rosalynn retorted, “Barlow's right, Mr. Hughes. You're just my boss, and I'm your employee. It‘s none of your business who I befriend.”

What did he do just now?

Did he see her as his possession?

With his interest in Eleanor, he had no right to interfere in her life.

Brian's face grew stormier, his gaze never Leaving Rosalynn.

A man's voice cut through the tense atmosphere from a distance.

“Brian, Barlow, you're both here!"

It was Aldrich who broke the silence.

He eyed Barlow's bruised face.

“Barlow, what happened to your face?"

Barlow grinned, draping an arm around Rosalynn's shoulder.

"Brian did. He wants Rosalynn to himself."

Brian glared at Rosalynn's shoulder, barely containing his rage.

Rosalynn furrowed her brow, shrugged off Barlow's arm, and approached Valeria, who leaned against the wall for support.

"Would you Like me to drive you home?"