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.

“Brian, erase that recording this instant!"

“First, join me for breakfast," Brian responded.

“I demand you delete that recording!"

Rosalynn could feel her anger bubbling up, threatening to spill over.

Looking at her angry face, Brian smiled and handed her the phone.

“Delete it yourself."

Rosalynn snatched the phone.

“What's the passcode?"

“Your birthday."

It was her birthday again.

Rosalynn paused, her lips forming a tight line, and refrained from commenting.

After a few taps, she located the recording and erased it.

Feeling Brian's gaze on her, she tossed the phone onto the table, spun on her heel, and stormed out.

His deep voice trailed after her.

“Honey, did you believe there weren't any backups of that recording?"

Rosalynn stopped and turned to look at Brian.

"Brian, you..."