However, Arthur Lindsey had no intention of arguing with her.
He suddenly strode away, leaving in coldness, his upright silhouette audacious and untamed, making it impossible to guess his current expression...
Ella Lacey suddenly started to panic.
All she had done earlier was only to vent her anger, speaking in a fit of pique.
But he couldn't be serious, could he?!
When Arthur reached the corner of the second-floor bar, the waiter there respectfully bowed and said, "Mr. Lindsey, as per your instructions, we have cleared all the miscellaneous customers from the second floor. Please deal with your affairs with peace of mind."
Apparently, they had no idea what had happened on the stage.
Arthur walked through the VIP passageway, out of the Muse Bar, his lithe and dashing figure casting a touch of rebellious charm under the dreary moonlight. He got into his car, started the snow-blue Maybach, a symbol of status and identity, and drove off...
