Mocking them

The sharp chime of the doorbell echoed through the penthouse.

Marcus, who was still relishing Liam's humiliation, stood up from his seat with a smirk. "Saved by the bell," he muttered before heading to the door.

As he swung it open, Riley stood there, dressed in a usual combat-style outfit—a fitted leather jacket over a black tank top, skinny jeans, and boots. Her long dark hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and her piercing eyes immediately scanned the room.

The moment she stepped inside, she froze.

Her gaze landed on Alexander and Liam, both looking like absolute zombies.

Riley raised a brow. "The hell happened to you two?"

Marcus chuckled, shutting the door behind her. "Oh, you know. Just two full-grown men drowning themselves in alcohol, making fools of themselves, and waking up with the world's worst hangover."

Riley crossed her arms, smirking. "You mean, two idiots being dumbasses?"