"What's going on here?"
A voice rang out just then.
Veil pushed the door open and stepped inside, blinking as he took in the scene—Lisa and Daisy huddled together in front of the computer, their expressions unusually serious.
Sure, he was late… but this?
Was he being ignored?
The way they were staring so intently at the screen—it was like they were watching some deeply emotional documentary or cramming for an exam.
Was this part of some romantic surprise? Like, studying finance to impress him or something?
"So focused… what are you watching, a Wall Street drama?" he teased inwardly.
"We're trading stocks," Daisy answered flatly, without her usual bubbly enthusiasm.
She glanced up at him, her lips twisting into a pout, her tone deflated. She didn't even bother throwing herself at him this time.
No wonder. They had just lost so much money in under two hours, it was enough to make anyone question reality.
