Chapter 92: Messed Up
Lethia packed her clothes into her bag. She returned to Lykon Haven using the ambulance provided in case someone collapsed during the game.
Honestly, she still had her heat medicine tucked in her pocket, but she couldn’t wait any longer—she needed to hear whatever bullshit Zeran had said explained properly.
She grabbed a memo pad and scribbled a note for Chasey so the girl wouldn’t worry.
Not long after, someone knocked on her door. Lethia opened it and found a sharply dressed man in a suit, glasses perched on his nose, smiling politely at her.
"Miss Lethia, Mr. Tuffin asked me to pick you up. If you’re ready—" The man’s words trailed off as she opened the door wider, revealing her neatly packed bag.
"Ah... you’re all set, I see. Let me carry your—"
"There’s no need. Let’s just go already." Lethia didn’t let the overly polite man touch her bag.
She gasped under her breath the moment she saw the latest model limousine waiting outside, its door opening automatically and unfolding into small steps to enter the tall vehicle.
She could feel eyes on her, people watching, whispering. She quickened her pace. It felt excessive. She didn’t care what they thought; she just wanted to get it over with.
But what awaited her inside was far more uncomfortable.
Zeran sat with one leg crossed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, eyes glued to the tablet resting on his lap.