Roman Frost glanced at the stone in her hand, fully aware that if he didn't explain himself, that stone would be aimed at his head.
Roman Frost tugged at the corner of his mouth, "How about you put that thing down for now?"
"Scared?" Eliana Shaw tossed the stone in her hand up and down, her voice cold, "You have four minutes and fifty seconds left."
"Aurora..."
"Four minutes and forty-eight seconds."
Roman Frost sighed, quickly saying, "That night, I was drunk. I originally intended to sleep in the room the Big Boss had opened, not expecting things to turn out that way."
"Drunk?" Eliana Shaw raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, drunk."
"Being drunk doesn't mean you can sleep around. A man like you is even less desirable. Get lost! The farther, the better."
Eliana Shaw suddenly threw the stone on the ground, making a "thud" sound.
It sent a shiver through the people around.
Ruthlessly, she turned and walked away, decisively.
