"Very well then," Aiden said coolly. "I don't have to worry about Natalie's safety at all."
"If you want, I can also take over sending her those comforting messages in your place," Vincent countered with a mocking smirk.
Aiden simply stared at him, realizing that this man had figured out he was the one sending messages to Natalie all those years.
"Hmm... what was the name again?" Vincent pretended to think, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "Ah! Little staaaar?" He exaggerated the nickname in a mocking, singsong tone, looking Aiden up and down. "From what angle do you look like a little star, huh? My sweetheart sure is a Sunshine, but you? C'mon, it's making me cringe."
Aiden, unfazed, let Vincent finish his theatrics, confident that he wasn't done yet.
