"It's mine," Evan Fairchild admitted with a nod.
Melody Monroe was at a loss for words.
She glanced at her phone, hung up, and dialed the number again.
And again, it was Evan Fairchild's phone that rang.
"Only my family has this number."
Melody Monroe was speechless.
'So the jerk I was cursing out was Evan Fairchild all along!'
"Why did you make me pay a year's rent all at once?"
"I was afraid you'd run off."
"You... back then..." Melody Monroe's mind was in turmoil.
'So he knew everything back then?'
'And I was so scared he'd find out! I kept telling myself that since he didn't press the issue, he must not have been suspicious. As expected, you can't get away with anything with Evan Fairchild.'
'Trying to would be an insult to his intelligence!'
"After you found out... shouldn't... shouldn't you hate me?" Melody Monroe asked in a low voice.
'This plot is straying way too far from the original novel!'
