Chapitre 75: CONSPIRACY

The electrifying music filled the club, and Sebastian drowned his sorrows in alcohol, sitting in front of the bartender. His phone buzzed nonstop beside him, Grace's name flashing on the screen. He wasn't in the right mindset to talk to her.

As he nursed his drink, a beautiful woman stood beside him, ordering a cocktail. She glanced at his buzzing phone, then raised her gaze to meet his. "You're not going to take that?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she watched the bartender.

Sebastian squinted slightly, his vision blurry from the alcohol. "I'm Sebastian," he slurred, extending his hand. The woman turned, a hint of amusement dancing on her lips. "I'm Emma," she replied, shaking his hand firmly.

Emma's gaze lingered on Sebastian's face, "Rough night?" she asked, nodding toward his phone.

Sebastian's gaze fixed on Emma's, his voice husky. "Wanna come with me to my place?" he asked, tilting his head. "Do me a favor?"