lAt night, the V.I.P. room where they were watching one of the competition films had the exact number of people.
It was a large hall, a LED screen worthy of a critically acclaimed movie.
The projection hadn't even started yet.
But Gregory was staring at Salin as if he were a jewel.
— He's truly disgusting. — Patrícia commented, the first thing she had said since seeing Salin again.
The blond breathed slowly, trying to stay calm, the waves of his hair falling over the fake chest. Hands adorned with rings, legs crossed, perched on a stiletto heel.
Gregory's eyes were fixed.
Patrícia stepped closer to Salin.
— In the past… — she sighed, folding her arms. — Jun-ho would've killed that man without a second thought.
Salin looked away, trying not to show his nerves.
— And could he do it now?
A weary but resolute smile tugged at her lips.
