The private lounge rang with chimes of laughter.
In between her chuckles, Betty battered her long lashes in an embarrassed smile. “It's just a rumor."
“Or perhaps the doings of a protective brother?"
A loving smile appeared on the delicate face. “Yes. My brother loves me. It gets a bit overwhelming at times."
Then, her gaze lowered onto her bare knees. “I assure you, there's no one."
It was almost inaudible, but Sarkon could hear every word clearly. He took a quick glance at Sanders in the shadows, next to Betty's bodyguard, and the elite pushed his specs up his nose bridge.
Everything was going according to plan.
“There you are," a rich, gentle voice boomed from the hidden corner of the private lounge.
The door closed, and a familiar silhouette stepped into the light.
Betty
