(Author's POV)
"Hey Fabian, seriously, tell me. Why aren't you telling Myra that this place belongs to you, huhh?" Yelena asked him directly, when Myra had excused herself out of the private room.
"No particular reason. I just don't want to come off as a flashy friend, who is flaunting his wealth," Fabian replied casually.
"Oh Ph~lezzz (exaggerated form for please) ...… your Ferrari is flashy enough. Do you really think you can hide this from her," Yelena rolled her eyes at him as she told him.
He pursed his lips, opened his mouth to say something but didn't say anything. He had told Myra that he borrowed this car.
Soon, Myra returned to the room, with an odd expression etched on her face.
Clearing his throat, Fabian asked, "Why the odd face Myra? Did something happen out there?"
"Something really weird happened. I don't know how to make sense of it," Myra commented.
