Chapter 141

The relatives looked totally sour-each face uglier than the last. Matthew jumped to his feet, beyond mad, jabbing a finger at Calliope's face. "What's that supposed to mean, Calliope? You think we're dying to crash here? Your dad practically begged us to move in!" "Oh?" Calliope raised an eyebrow, voice light as ever. "So you're saying the chairman of Stellar Group had to beg you to stay at our little villa. You must be some kind of VIP then. Mind telling us what title we should be addressing you by?" That line hit Matthew so hard his face turned a lovely mix of red and pale. He looked like he'd just swallowed a lemon whole. Some of the others, who were already feeling guilty, got so awkward they couldn't even sit still. One of her older cousins stood up. "Forget it. This place is cold as ice anyway-zero warmth to it. Who'd wanna stay here?" "Exactly! I'm packing now." Minutes later, more than half the people in the dining room had left in a flurry, heading upstairs to grab their stuff