"I know."
I hadn't expected the driver to say that, or for him to be so sharp when it mattered.
I didn't look back to see Eason's expression.
But I could feel his icy gaze burning into my back.
I strode out, only to find that the driver wasn't lying.
Frank Graylen was waiting.
"Why are you here?"
"Didn't you say everything was settled? Let's go."
Frank opened the car door for me. As I got in, I saw Eason standing at the entrance, watching us.
He held a cigarette in his hand, his gaze complicated and mocking.
"Frank," Eason called.
"Big Brother."
Eason walked up to the car, and the window slowly rolled down.
I caught a whiff of smoke.
"This is the support you found?" Eason sneered.
"What's it to you?"
Eason's smile was cold and menacing. "Do you know what he said to me three days ago when he asked for you?"
The next moment—
Bang!
Eason's fist slammed into the car door.
"If he wants to play with you, you're just going to let him? Krystal, do you have no shame?"
He tossed the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his foot.
"Get out."
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