Left me alone
"Sylvia, don't eye a married man. Lucius doesn't like your presence and the way you bother him is sickening. He is kind to you because of Matteo. And I've told you before too, I won't be kind to you," Layla said in am intimidating tone.
Sylvia, unfazed, chuckled as she walked past Layla, deliberately brushing her shoulder against hers.
Roderick, observing the scene with a pointed look, spoke up. "I've heard she wants to marry my uncle." He paused, pulling out his phone. "Also, he allowed her to kiss him when she landed in Italy."
Layla raised an eyebrow as Roderick showed her the picture on his screen. "Someone sent this to me that day, but I kept quiet. But seeing how openly Sylvia challenges you now, I thought I should tell you," he added, his tone uncharacteristically serious.
The photo showed Lucius with his hand clenched into a fist, while Sylvia kissed him on the cheek. Layla stared at the image before gazing at Roderick.