"What do you think, Madame Jenna?" Lumian grinned, throwing Jenna's own words back at her.
"Damn it!" Jenna exclaimed, raising her hand in frustration before turning around with a scowl and storming back downstairs.
Lumian pondered for a few moments, tapping the table in front of him. He turned to Louis and Sarkota and said, "Bring me a glass of fennel absinthe."
Being the "protector" of Salle de Bal Brise had its perks, and his meals here were on the house.
As he remembered that he had to hand over most of the dance hall's profits to the Boss and bribe the police, Lumian felt less inclined to be frugal.
No matter how difficult things became, he couldn't let himself suffer. He had to do his utmost to make the Boss suffer instead!
Lumian drank two glasses of the bitter, mind-altering light-green liquid and remained at Salle de Bal Brise until nearly midnight.
