?<strong>Chapter 856:</strong>


    Bobby retorted, “Michael is exhausted, up all night dealing with this. What’s wrong with your sister?”


    “She’s acting as his witness! Crowell’s and Cara’s family are hunting her down. And she’s been looking after Fiona all this time.”


    Bobby internally reasoned that Dulce’s involvement was her choice,rgely because of her feelings for Michael. However, he kept these thoughts to himself, aware that voicing them could jeopardize not only Michael and Dulce’s rtionship but also his own with Fannie.


    “Bobby? What are you doing in there?”


    Fannie’s voice came from outside the bathroom. He had secretly taken her phone. Scared of getting caught by Fannie, he felt pressured toply with Jett’s request.


    “I’ll text you Michael’s number right now, but stop calling Fifi. It’s over between you two. Let’s not revisit this again.”


    “Before you even met Fifi, she and I were close friends. That’s not something you can just erase,” Jett responded with a cold snort.


    “Really want to debate who knew Fifi first?” Bobby challenged.


    Jett fell silent.


    As soon as Bobby ended the call, Fannie entered the bathroom, pulled back the shower curtain, and found Bobby sitting in the bathtub, fully clothed, one hand concealed behind him. “What are you doing?”


    “ying hide and seek,” Bobby answered, attempting to lighten the mood.


    “You’re really acting childish,” Fannie said, ncing at the sink. “Have you seen my phone?”


    Bobby, feeling a pang of guilt, quickly denied, “No, no.”


    While Fannie was distracted, Bobby slid her phone under the sofa cushion. When Fannieter retrieved it, she suspected nothing. Bobby had carefully erased all traces of the call history.


    “Bobby, we need to talk.”


    “What’s on your mind?”


    “I think you should stay at your ce for a while. I’m concerned about Dulce and would like her to stay here.”


    “Absolutely not!” Bobby rejected the idea outright, still too enamored with Fannie’s presence to consider parting.


    It seemed everyone was worried about Dulce, but who was looking out for him?


    As Fannie adjusted her earrings in front of the mirror, Bobby wrapped his arms around her from behind.


    “Why not let Michael look after her?”


    Fannie arched an eyebrow, questioning, “Do you think he would?”


    “And why wouldn’t he?” Bobby echoed Jett’s earlier words, though his tone carried a mix of defiance and conviction. “He has every reason to! After all, he owes it to Dulce!”


    Fannie considered this for a moment. It was bing clear—Bobby’s possessiveness was bordering on the extreme, unwilling to share her with anyone, even her closest friend.


    “Fine, I’ll call Michael,” she conceded.


    “I’ll speak to himter. Let’s sort out our own matters first.”


    Bobby smoothly took her phone, guided her hand down, and with a sense of urgency, began to slip off the dress she had just donned.


    “Bobby! Will you ever let up?”


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