The other side.
Milton Rivers didn't end up having dinner at the restaurant, walking out of the elevator with a cold expression, muttering under his breath, "Acting like a tyrant, if it weren't for someone backing her, let's see if she'd dare be so arrogant..."
He tightened his grip on Zara Leighton's hand, focused on cursing, completely oblivious to the unhappy look on the person next to him.
No.
Since she met Claire Prescott, her face hadn't been good.
Earlier, Claire had just glanced at her indifferently, never looking at her directly again.
Thinking of Claire's coldness towards her, her heart felt as if something was tugging hard, uncomfortable and aching.
"It's because of me that she treats you like that," Zara spoke, her steps gradually slowing before coming to a stop.
By then, they had already walked out of the restaurant, their figures caught between the interplay of light and dark, her once vibrant appearance instantly turning despondent and dull.
