Linda helped Titus Zane support Wesley Foley back to his apartment; once settled, they left the room one after the other.
"You know what to do next, don't you?"
Linda stood in the center of the living room, arms crossed over her chest, looking down at Titus Zane like a high and mighty ruler.
Titus Zane paused, one hand still on the doorknob, not quite understanding her meaning.
"Leave. Go find a hotel to take you in for the night, now."
"But he…"
"This time, I'm the lead, and you're just my assistant!"
Linda's cold reminder carried a sharpness, her piercing eyes exuding a commanding presence that could not be defied.
Titus Zane pursed his lips, let go of the doorknob, lowered his gaze, and nodded faintly, "Okay."
Then he took his bag, stepped out of the apartment, and left the space for Linda.
Looking at the closed door of the apartment, Linda scoffed coldly and walked towards Wesley Foley's room.
