Chapter 142
- Vincent heard the footsteps retreat.
- “Where’s Michael?” Vincent didn’t exhaust any second and asked, growing impatient by the minute after the stunt his damn father pulled.
- “Your father?” She tipped her head to the side, trailing a finger up and down her bare thigh. She wore a red dress that barely left anything to the imagination. Long loops dangling from her ears. “He’ll be here soon. Why don’t you take a seat?”