Stephane was sizing up Marx. His gaze was cold and penetrating. Marx was staring back in an equally hard manner.
Stephane suddenly found Marx's gaze locked on something beyond him. His frosty expression turned gentle. He looked back and saw Amaya emerge from the dressing room.
He walked toward Marx and spoke softly in his ear. "It looked like there is a woman that you like. Now, you will know how painful it is to lose a woman you love." Stephane walked past Marx.
"Don't even think about it. Hell will break loose if you touch even a strand of her hair." Marx's voice was dangerously threatening.
Stephane continued walking and did not look back. He shrugged his shoulders and lifted both hands in the air.
"What happened? You looked gloomy."
Marx smiled at her but it was a bit forced. "It is nothing. Just a squabble between old best friends." He said as he continued to follow Stephane with his gaze.
