Arden's POV
“Why should I?”
My question came out flat and cold without any intent.
I was smiling, but in truth, I wasn't; it was more of a façade than an actual smile.
Carlotta stared at me in disgust as one would stare at trash.
A gesture that was pointless to me.
Her voice sounded again, calm and relaxed, like I wasn't worth the effort.
“A dog barking at the one who feeds it, you're exactly as I expected, a mannerless bastard.”
“So she came for me, huh?” I muttered absentmindedly.
My eyes drifted past her to the escorts behind her, dressed in black tuxedos with a symbolic coyote badge on their suits. They remained silent throughout our little exchange.
They reminded me of statues, no?
More like robots.
I turned around to leave as I'd seen enough.
But clearly, Carlotta wasn
