[GRANT]
"I have more pressing matters to attend to than your whims," Grant said, and gasps were heard in the room while the council members sighed in defeat.
"Whims, really? You want to hurry and get back to being a wedding planner when the future of Acrod is staring at you, and you don't even want to pay attention?" Nour mocked in disgust.
Zaire and Ferhat shifted in their seats.
For the first time, they were no longer just excited about the banters.
They were on high alert, something that Grant noticed.
There was something about seeing Ferhat, who never got scared of anything, stare at Nour like he couldn't believe what was about to happen.
And it was scarier to just be there and wonder what the fuck they were supposed to do in a timeline that didn't give a shit about what life meant to other people.
"Careful, Lucius, you are walking on thin ice," Grant warned cruelly.
Nour chuckled.
