Liszt's hand holding the cigarette trembled ever so slightly. Dreya's smile, while charming, sent a chill down Liszt's spine, as he feared some tricks were up her sleeve.
Claude and Swan sat awkwardly in their seats, finally understanding why the others had fled so quickly, realizing it was a chaotic scene; jumping off a building would have been preferable to this.
But it was too late.
The aura of the red-haired woman was terrifyingly strong; it felt like even the sky outside had darkened, and now they didn't dare to leave.
"Um, I suddenly remembered I have some things..."
Swan couldn't take it anymore, afraid he would soon be splattered with blood.
"I've just ordered a special platter from the best snack shop nearby, very expensive, it should be delivered any minute now. What's the matter? Is it urgent?"
Dreya sat with elegance, slowly swirling her wine glass, her tone indifferent.
"Ah... well, it's not that urgent."
