Clara and Sebastian's eyes roamed over them briefly, then met lightly, feeling like they were suddenly in an ancient martial arts world because of their conversation.
The narrow aisle was completely blocked by the four of them. Sebastian glanced at the incoming guests, walked to Clara's side, and naturally took her hand: "We've booked a private room, let's go."
Clara turned to grab her bag, looked at Emily, and then was led by Sebastian to the innermost private room.
"Miss Taylor, have we met somewhere before?" Hardy stepped forward, closing the distance with her, allowing others to pass by, smiling with a probing tone.
Emily squinted playfully: "Mr. Jones, do you always use such cliched lines to hit on women?"
Hardy snorted, his eyes expertly assessing her. Her short chestnut hair was neat and clean, her pretty face adorned with striking makeup, and the red and black plaid dress highlighted her alluring figure, adding a touch of captivating charm.
