"Do you need me to drop you home, Kid?" Sebastian asked, his tone casual, almost dismissive. It was more formality than concern; he had no real wish to shoulder the responsibility.
Lillian opened her mouth to decline. But then, she remembered the way he had brushed off her earlier talk about cooperation.
Saving the taxi fare would be useful, and perhaps making him bend to this small inconvenience might serve as its own petty satisfaction.
She well understood he wished to go to a club after a long day to play with his friends, get drunk, and be in the company of beautiful ladies.
Before she could agree out of spite, she spotted two familiar figures in front of the elevator. Sophie stood there, and beside her, Jasper lay slumped on the floor. His face was pale and flushed at once. His body sprawled weakly against the tile.
A subtle frown formed on her forehead, wondering if Jasper had gotten into trouble.
