"Aren't you getting a little too comfortable with me?" Delores snapped, finally shaking off her thoughts. She shot Ace a sharp look, her gaze landing on his arm wrapped snugly around her waist and his head resting lazily on her shoulder—without her consent. He might not be pulling any wild stunts this time, but still, the sheer audacity of it all… He had some lion's balls, that was for sure.
"Really? This is what you want to focus on right now?" Ace groaned. "Let's just get to the local C.I.B. headquarters first. Hurry up!" His expression made it clear: Don't get started, again.
Seeing him dismiss her casually, Delores clenched her jaw, her frustration bubbling under the surface. But instead of lashing out, she exhaled sharply and informed him, "There's no point in rushing. We don't even have an invitation to the auction or permission to enter the headquarter's premises."
