The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 610

Yet, the very second his gaze locked onto her, Petty turned to Hans and said, "I'm hungry."

"Let's head up." Hans took her arm, steering her toward the elevator bay without sparing a single glance for the group across the lobby.

Who would have thought they'd run into Franco just grabbing lunch?

Still, they had arrived first, so there was zero reason to back down and leave.

Seeing Hans and Petty heading upstairs, the manager felt a wave of relief. But just as he turned to welcome Franco, the man shot him a frigid, impassive glance.

The manager froze for a fraction of a second before getting the message: *Follow Petty.*

"Ms. Petty."

Just as the elevator doors were about to slide shut, the manager slammed the call button. The doors parted again.

Plastering a smile on his face, he prepared to step inside.

But the moment his hand brushed the doorframe, a tall figure in a black suit brushed past him, stepping into the elevator first.

Watching Franco commandeer the car, the manager mentally cursed his own slow realization.

So he just used me like that?

Regardless of his internal grumbling, the manager wouldn't dare cross Franco. If anything, being useful to Franco could be considered an accomplishment.

He followed them into the elevator.

The spacious car suddenly felt suffocatingly cramped with the clash of the two groups.

As the doors sealed shut, the silence inside was so absolute you could hear a pin drop.

Hans pulled Petty a little closer to his side and murmured, "Tie my tie again after we eat. I can never get it right."

He spoke as if they were the only two people in the world. He had lowered his voice, but the elevator was a confined box—it was impossible not to hear him.

He was doing it entirely on purpose.

Petty looked up at him.

Hans raised an eyebrow and continued smoothly, "I really like that knot you did for me this morning."