After Mika Summers left the room, the person on the bed slowly opened their eyes. This time, however, their expression was no longer as pitiable as it had been just moments ago. Instead, it was exceptionally cold—a look, unknown to anyone, that had been painstakingly regained after overwhelming grief.
Siren's Night.
Inside the private booth, a man watched the men and women writhing on the dance floor outside, the corners of his mouth curling into a wicked smirk.
In the six months after Tiana left, he had come here almost every day to drink himself into a stupor. But eventually, he stopped coming altogether. It was as if he'd suddenly realized that his little princess hated him frequenting places like this, and she especially hated him gambling.
So, he quit. He stopped coming to places like this.
Even if there was urgent business to take care of, he had it sent to his corporate headquarters instead.
