"Marcus? Why are you here? I booked you a flight to France," Mr. Glen turned in surprise to look at his son behind him.
Zeno and his friends observed quietly, noting the panic on Mr. Glen's face as he looked at his son.
"France? Yes. But, I changed my mind when I discovered you were hosting an illegal party," Marcus said loudly.
Mr. Glen's eyes widened, and he immediately stood up and dragged his son to a corner; Zeno followed behind quietly.
"Keep your voice down, Marcus!" Mr. Glen hushed.
Marcus angrily snatched his hand away from his father, turning his face to glare at Zeno, his hair falling across his face.
"And who's this? One of your underdogs for your dirty games?" Marcus asked condescendingly, pointing at Zeno.
Zeno raised a brow at him but remained quiet. He wasn't here to engage in a fight with a spoilt grown-up.
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