Chapter 297

"...Dylan...Anderson." Claire felt like her tongue had been tied in knots. Why the heck was he in her house? And dressed like that? Olivia was internally screaming: That outfit was barely a step above shirtless! Julian’s face didn’t move a muscle, but his eyes were like ice blades. Sabrina might not know who the clean-cut guy in the kitchen was, but judging from everyone else’s faces, one thing was clear: this man was Julian’s rival. Too bad. No matter how nice he looked, if Julian was your opponent, better throw in the towel early. "Come in," Dylan said calmly, stepping aside to let them through. Claire didn’t dare look at Julian’s expression. She just awkwardly waved everyone in. All five of them walked in. Brandon placed the gifts on a side table before casually asking Julian, “Want me to make him disappear?” The tension coming off his boss was almost physical. It was like a green light to act. And because of that, Brandon didn’t even bother lowering his voice. Dylan, who heard ever