"Roy?" spoke Sandra who quickly ran into his seat.
"What do you need?" he replied shortly.
Sandra smiled secretly, seated at Halora's chair as she went to the restroom by herself. She leaned her arms, pouted her lips and stared at her cousin who seemed to be a problematic young man.
She sighed, took out her wallet from the pocket of her skirt, caressed her stomach that made him furrowed his brow.
"Why are you here, Sandra? If you are planning against Halora, don't you dare to do it again in here–"
"Come on! Of course, I promise to the both of you that I'll be good and gentle to her! I... I just want to ask you a favor, if you don't really want to, then I'll tell Chloe to convince you–"
"Fuck! Don't you ever let that leech have a chance to murder me!" he scowled and sighed. "Alright, what do you need from me?"
