It took him a while to speak, his voice slightly hoarse, "Just a woman, not worth mentioning."
Bryan White lowered his eyes and quickly finished one cigarette, then took out another one and lit it up.
Liam Yancey turned around and motioned for Tara Summer to step further away to avoid inhaling too much second-hand smoke.
Tara Summer walked to the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and sat down. Bryan White's room was large and luxurious, about twenty to thirty meters from the sofa to the big bed.
Moreover, the bedroom's ventilation system was state-of-the-art; sitting here, she couldn't smell a hint of smoke.
Bryan White continued to lean against the headboard and chain-smoked, while Liam Yancey's tall figure stood in front of the bed.
But Bryan White clearly didn't want to say much, remaining silent as if he were lost in his own thoughts.
