"Have you ever thought about having a serious talk with your father and your family about this matter?" she said. "It might not be a bad idea."
From what Arnold Simmons had told her, she knew that Roy Yarn's great-uncle, Alexander Quach, was not lacking in business acumen. If he were involved, Louis Snyder would have to think twice before making any moves.
The rooftop party was gradually becoming livelier, as several more young people arrived at the entrance. The noisy laughter faded into the distance, replaced by a melodious strain of music.
The surrounding walls were adorned with colorful lights, casting a warm glow that reflected in the drink in front of him, as if it contained the kaleidoscope of the world.
Roy Yarn inadvertently met Hannah's gaze and was captivated by the sparkling light in her eyes; he felt a slight ripple in his heart and reached out to take the glass from her.
