Eden glared at him, unhappy with his smirk.
"... I never agreed to do this for you, and I never said I was Ghost, either."
"Oh, come on, we're past that now. I don't care about your name."
"What's your obsession with Ghost, then?" she retorted.
Dante suddenly paused, seemingly lost in his thoughts. That complex expression in his eyes intrigued Eden. He waited a few seconds and eventually sighed.
"I wish I could explain too..."
Eden glared again, unhappy with his answer. Yet, Dante remained silent and instead, took another drag from his cigarette. Annoyed, Eden took it off his lips.
"Stop smoking inside the car," she said. "It stinks and I hate it."
Rolf glanced at his boss from the rear mirror. Many would have gotten mad at that gesture, regardless of their position, and th
