Fury surged within Rosalynn, prompting her to immediately dial Brian's number and lash out, “Brian, have you lost your mind?”

Far from being enraged, Brian's voice held a captivating resonance.

“Join me for breakfast. The door's passcode is your birthdate.”

Taking a deep breath, Rosalynn changed her clothes, annoyance still clouding her mind, and approached the opposite door.

As soon as she set foot inside, she vented at the man awaiting her in the dining area.