Chapter 320

Meanwhile, Calliope had arrived at the styling room. After all, it was the celebration for Othershore: Resonance-no way she could show up looking casual. Once her look was finished, she stood in front of the mirror, snapped a quick pic with her phone, and casually sent it to Conrad. [Got a wrap party to attend tonight, just giving you a heads-up.] The moment she hit send, she froze. She hadn't even thought about it-just reflexively updated him. Come to think of it, this was probably the first time she willingly told him where she was going. When Conrad got the message, he was in a meeting at the top floor of Hilliard Group. The room was dead silent, tension thick enough to cut. The senior execs were all sitting stiff like statues. Then his phone lit up. In that instant, the cold, unapproachable aura he always carried around softened ever so slightly. He stared at the photo Calliope had sent. She had on a black evening dress-nothing flashy, nothing showy-but it hugged her figure just ri