Mantis Tower, Metro City
The sound of laughter.
The clinking of champagne glasses.
They all echoed through the grand hall.
Scott stood effortlessly in the middle of a crowd of high-profile European businessmen, his posture relaxed, one hand shoved lazily into his pocket, and the other holding a simple glass of water. His trench coat was slightly open, revealing the plain black shirt underneath.
"So that was pretty much how I saved Bella…"
He finished his story so casually──as though he was just recounting a grocery trip.
The businessmen leaned in, hanging onto every word.
One of the businessmen, his face flushed with excitement and probably too much champagne, shot his hand into the air like an overzealous student.
"Can you tell the part about how you threw that rock again? The one where you sent him straight to the ground? I just simply adore how you describe the speed of it all."