"No need, I'll just make a call to cancel."
Amadeus Yancey wasn't lacking this bit of money, besides, he was one of the several shareholders of Imperial Hotel; the hotel was just a project he and his friends had invested in for fun when he was twenty.
What he cared about more was Nathalie Quinlan.
The face that spelled trouble was sharply contoured, and the shadow of Nathalie Quinlan was reflected in his black and deep eyes, which, despite their lazy appearance, gave off an illusion of extreme gentleness.
"Are you sure you don't want Alfred Garland to accompany you?"
Justin Wafford, who had been quietly blending into the background, felt like he knew the truth upon hearing that seductive final note!
Previously in class, there had been bets on whether Mr. Yancey was Nathalie's boyfriend, Jhovany Sullivan betting he was, Freddy Cagwin betting he wasn't; Justin was unsure and hadn't placed a bet.