Chapter 67
"Ahhh! Hold that greeting!"
Victor dismissed with a sharp wave of his hand, a gesture that sliced through the air with impatience. "How did it go?" he asked, leaning forward, his elbows pressing against his knees as he studied Sebastian closely, his sharp eyes glinting beneath the chandelier's cold light.
It was shitty, hectic, and—oh!—never send me on shitty errands like this again, Sebastian fired internally, jaw tightening. The words burned on the tip of his tongue but never made it out. He didn't have that kind of audacity—not yet.
"Tsk!" Victor sucked his teeth in annoyance, his expression already folding into displeasure. "Do you always keep me hanging on purpose? Is that some new way of getting on my nerves?" His tone dipped low, acidic, each word laced with agitation. "Because trust me, it's working."
