POV: Brigail
"And most people here are saints?" Brigail retorted.
All hint of levity from Eli's face vanished immediately. He looked ominous, scary even.
Brigail discreetly let her eyes roam the restaurant. Customers were still trickling in and there was still a queue at the entrance. Brigail realized they'd been there for more than half an hour, which was equivalent to two hours in fast food chains.
But the manager didn't seem to mind that Brigail and Eli were lingering. He actually seemed pleased because Eli Michealson's presence was good for business.
Good, plenty of witnesses, Brigail thought jokingly as she swallowed a lump in her throat. But like what some people said about jokes, they were always half meant.
"That bastard was my father's prodigy," Eli blurted after a few charg
