"Look at him now, he only has eyes for you, we brothers are just air to him."
"Grant, shut up." Ashton Heath gave him a cold stare, threateningly, "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."
Yannick Luther scratched his nose and shrugged, "Isn't that the case?"
He turned his head, seeking Denver Lancaster's approval, "Old Denver, what do you think? Am I right?"
Denver looked at him, a faint smile on his lips, and said nothing.
Joanna Lawrence was a bit embarrassed by Yannick's teasing.
She felt Yannick was exaggerating.
He always liked to joke about her and Heath.
So she didn't pay attention to his words, but after looking around in the private room, she asked suspiciously, "Where's my brother? Yannick, you said my brother was here."
She didn't see any trace of Gary White.
Little did she know, Yannick was also full of confusion, "I was wondering where he went too."
"What do you mean?" Joanna frowned.
