Mark overheard her and immediately turned towards them. Death sounded pretty good to Arianne at this point.
“Mark is here!” Tiffany realized her idiocy and lowered her head, keeping silent. Mark approached them and stared at them with a forced smile. “You certainly know how to enjoy yourselves. Should I ask Jackson to personally make a meal for you?”
Arianne pricked up her ears when she heard this and mumbled glumly, “No need. I thought you’d only be coming home in two days?”
Mark sat down right across from them. “That was the plan, but your tantrum put me off work. So, I had to come home early. Can we discuss what you’re so mad about now?”
Tiffany pulled out the screenshot that she had saved in her phone and showed it to him. “Look. Look at it yourself!”
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