Although Frank Yates had once again saved face for her today, Cloud Lee couldn't bring herself to feel happy about it. In her mind, the victory wasn't truly his. It was borrowed glory, stemming entirely from the black card gifted by Yvonne Hood. It felt like building a castle on sand—impressive for a moment, but destined to collapse because it lacked a solid foundation of his own capability.
Sensing Cloud Lee’s foul mood, Frank wisely remained silent. He walked quietly beside her, matching her stride as they headed toward the outdoor parking lot. The night air was cool, but the tension between them kept the temperature frosty.
Before they could reach the Porsche, a commotion ahead drew their attention.
A crowd had gathered in a loose circle under the streetlights. From the center of the
