Lina's expression completely changed. Everyone knew. She always maintained her features well, especially in this house with its rigid rules—never disrespect guests, never frown at them, or heaven forbid, glare their way. It wasn't the way a woman should behave.
Lina did everything she shouldn't. Her lips curled in irritation, her eyes sharpening, and her face reflected disgust.
"What is this ambush?" Lina asked, her voice like hellfire.
Lina turned to her grandfather. Seeing his unwavering expression, she realized he wasn't the one who invited Everett. Lawrence couldn't have. Lina knew he hated Everett. Which only left one option—her grandmother.
Anything Rina Yang decided, Lawrence saw to it the decision was made. In modern terms, Lawrence was a simp. The biggest simp of them all.
Lina knew she was glaring daggers at her grandmother.
"What is the meaning of this, Grandmother?" Lina sharply asked, turning to the woman in question.
