Tyler rushed to the men's washroom, where a crowd had gathered, gossiping noisily. It's as if they were visiting a zoo.
"Oh no, such a young lad fell victim to addiction!"
"Whose son is he? Which billionaire family?"
"We've called an ambulance, but it doesn't seem the kid will survive."
Tyler and Yara arrived and pushed through the crowd to find a pale boy sprawled on the bathroom floor. He was no older than eighteen and wore branded clothes.
Yara knelt by him to check his pulse. Feeling nothing, she put an ear to his chest.
"I think he's dead," she announced to Tyler with a grimace. The crowd gasped and began buzzing again. Most of them were drunk and considered the tragic scene as dark entertainment.
Tyler had been silent all along. Because he was observing the boy's medical condi
