Anthony, with a smirk, told Jack, "Order takeout for Miss Herrera.

Make sure it's from a fancy restaurant."

"The takeout containers are so distasteful! I'd much rather eat at the restaurant!" Barbara's voice wavered with emotion.

Though Anthony's lips still curved into a smile, there was a chilly undertone to it.

Barbara's dress, with its plunging neckline, revealed more than just skin. A faint surgical scar drew Anthony's gaze.