"How did you guys end up coming here?" Upon reaching the courtyard, Kevin Cliff picked up the red wine that Oliver Hilton had just poured. Leaning against the table, he took a light sip.
"Someone invited me to travel across the ocean to see you playing the hero to save the beauty," Grant Greenwood said with a gentle swirl of his drink, smiling with urbane charm.
"Hey! It was clearly you who took your private jet and asked if I wanted to join!" Oliver Hilton finally understood what it meant to be the first to complain.
"It seems you're really quite idle!" Kevin Cliff chose a seat to sit down and shot them a cold glance.
"Not at all! To get to know your 'mentally ill' wife, we managed to cram half a month's worth of work into one week. Just look how much we care about you," Oliver Hilton patted his chest, looking as though he were full of integrity.
Kevin's icy gaze pierced over, "Did she bite you?"
