The plan

Clearing her throat, she turns to face him, her eyebrow raised. "Ramsey, to what do I owe the pleasure?" She says a little shakily, trying to mimic an unaffected tone.

Ramsey saunters over to her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I couldn't help but overhear a little of your chat with our dear Mrs Malik. Sounds like you've got her eating out of the palm of your hand."

Robin can't help but feel a surge of pride. "Of course I do. Layla is so blinded by her obsession with Malik that she's practically begging me for information."

Ramsey lets out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I can see that, my dear." He says mischievously, "It's a little terrifying."

Robin quirks a smile, happy to have made him laugh.

But suddenly, Ramsey's laughter tapers off, and his expression becomes curious.

"But what were you saying about an engagement party?" he asks, brows furrowing.