(TW: Violence)
Marcus, Darren, and Julian leaned back against the leather couch outside the VIP room.
In Marcus's hands was an iPad.
On the screen, the hidden camera feed showed the inside of the room clearly.
Owen's heated body moved on the couch, pulling Lilian's dress down, underneath him.
Marcus let out a low laugh.
"It's recording perfectly. HAHAHA, look at that!"
Darren leaned closer, resting his elbow on his knee as he watched the screen.
"His face is clear too," Darren said. "No one can deny it's him."
Julian smirked, crossing his arms. Marcus replayed the last few seconds, watching Owen pull Lilian closer.
He chuckled.
"He looks hungry, but what if people will suspect he was drugged?"
Darren shook his head, amused. "Nah, they won't if we narrate a perfect story about this."
Julian added, "You're right."
Marcus lowered the volume and glanced at the closed VIP door.
Julian laughed quietly. "Imagine the headlines."
