Chapter 97
Sigh...
Dein twisted his arm behind the chair back and let out a long sigh toward the ceiling. His eyes aimlessly wandered through the air, searching for nothing in particular. How had it come to this? He thought about the reasons, but in the end, the conclusion was always the same.
Why did I even get involved in someone else’s business...
If only he hadn’t shown a bit of sympathy back then, if he hadn’t gone to the hospital with Sabrina, he would’ve dealt with the problem right when it started, and maybe the house wouldn’t have burned down, Darling wouldn’t have been in danger, and his lavish nightlife wouldn’t have been in such chaos.
But now, there was no point in regretting it. Inside the club, where loud music blasted from all directions, Dein slouched in his chair, staring at the ceiling as he spoke.
“Why do you always show up and mess everything up...”
His words came out like a murmur, and Grayson, looking down at him, smiled.
“You really think I didn’t expect this from you?”
Dein silently rolled his eyes and then turned his gaze back to the ceiling.
He didn’t know how many times this had happened. After getting a complete letdown that day, he set a new date, constantly checking if anyone was following him as he headed to a different club. But no matter how many times he tried, Grayson always showed up, scaring off the person he had just hooked, then driving him home while blasting the song "Boobs Boobs," and dropping him off at the motel.
This cycle continued over and over again. Go to the club, Grayson appears, the target runs away, the song plays, they get in the car, and go back to the motel. Club, Grayson, run, boobs, car, motel. Club, Grayson, run, boobs, car, motel...
Shit, enough already!