Chapter 558

　　Harley raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smile. He changed the subject. "So, you're two years younger than me, you must be around twenty-four or twenty-five, right? Why are you still single?" 　　This time, Cassandra was genuinely annoyed by the personal questions. 　　The elevator reached the first floor and dinged open. She stopped dead, turning to face him, her eyes fixed right on his. "Probably because no man is interested in me. Is that the answer you wanted?" 　　Harley was stunned by that last line—"no man is interested in me." His mind went blank. The teasing comments he had ready died in his throat. 　　He followed her out of the lobby and all the way to the building entrance, not daring to ask anything else. He just retreated behind his mask, watching her walk away. 　　Cassandra clearly wasn't taking his car this time. She stepped onto the curb and flagged a cab decisively. 　　By the time Harley reached the edge of the road, the taxi had merged into traffic. Its taillights flashed, an