Other footsteps echoed from the entrance as the door creaked open, and a man stepped in. As I turned back, it turned out to be Aldrian.
He was dressed in a sleek, expensive-looking coat, he went inside and strolled around as if he owned the place. He looked over the restaurant with disdain.
"Tch," he scoffed. "I swear, this place has lost all its value. When even people with no worth can just waltz in and have a seat, you know the standards have dropped to the gutter."
His eyes then landed on me, but then, his smirk widened as he turned his eyes to Delilah.
"Though I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised," he continued. "A beauty like her? Of course, she’d be wasted on someone like you."
His men chuckled, and one of them leaned forward with a sneer. "Hey, Ryder, since when did you sta
