The VIP room was quiet, but the tension was heavy. Vice Governor Henry Willow sat at the round table, his thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion and irritation. He looked over at the bar owner, Mr. Luke Samonte, who was standing by the bar, clearly uncomfortable.
“What the hell happened to her?” Vice Governor Willow’s voice was rough, sharp with anger. “Why did she leave so suddenly?”
Luke gave a nervous smile, wiping his hands on his suit jacket. “Sorry, Vice Governor. Miss Star… she has a stomach ache. It came on suddenly. But she sure come back soon.” His eyes flicked over to Leo, who was standing a little farther away, then back at the Vice Governor.
Henry’s frown deepened. He looked at Luke with suspicion but said nothing. His eyes flicked toward the door, as if expecting Star to re
