Dimitri grabbed his glass of alcohol roughly on the bar table. "Bastard cousin!" he cursed, then took a sip of the rest of the drink in the glass.
"You're too naive, Dimitri. Do you think Xavier would take his marriage for granted? We all know, Xavier never agreed to it from the start." Brian just smiled as he shook his head slowly. "I'm sure he must have a plan."
Before Dimitri could answer Brian's words, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated.
He lazily reached into his cell phone in his pants, then frowned at the name on the screen.
"Aunt Hannah?" Dimitri muttered under his breath.
He didn't interact with his aunt very often, because from the start he wasn't very close to his family—except with Xavier, of course.
If his aunt suddenly contacted him, there must be something really important and urgent.
But, why did Aunt Hannah call him?