"What's with that sullen look again? Is it because Chairman Lucas threatened his position?" Noah asked, his eyes narrowed in quiet observation. He couldn't help but wondered why Zane was moody today unlike the indifferent person he had been even when Selina left the mansion.
Across the room, Zane stood with his sleeves neatly rolled to his forearms, aiming a dart at the target glued to the far wall.
Damien, standing beside Noah, slid his cue stick against the ball, sending it spiralling into the corner pocket. He straightened up at the question, his grip tightening on the cue.
Adjusting his medicated glasses, he answered, "You haven't heard what happened to Selina recently?"
Noah's eyes glint with curiosity. "I haven't. Tell me."
"Selina was drugged in a hotel with a stranger," Damien said casually, though his voice carried a trace of confusion. "I don't know if anything happened afterwards."
Noah's expression hardened, jaw clenching.
