Jimena would've left immediately if she hadn't come with her friends.
Dylan got up and walked over to them. "Hey, this is the playmate I called over. Get lost and don't disturb us, got it?"
As he spoke, he reached for Jimena's arm.
Jimena subconsciously hid behind Luke.
Luke slapped away the man's hand, and this young master cried out in pain. "F*ck! What are you doing?"
Luke turned to Jimena and blinked at her. "Are you here to party?"
Jimena was stumped for a moment before she caught on, and she quickly shook her head. "No. My senior told me that this is an upper-class party for business elites to discuss recent financial trends in Los Angeles. I'm only here to learn."
Luke turned back to Dylan. "Playmate?"
Dylan smirked. "Prude." He then returned to his original seat and took a deep whiff of a small pile of white crystals with a rolled-up hundred dollar note.
