"My surname is Qin, Qin Dion. I'm sure that gives you enough answer why we shouldn't be sitting at the same table, Miss De Luca."
There was nothing but silence between them. Devon raised her brows, a bit taken aback by the sudden shift of Dion's mood. She had never seen him like that; now he truly had some sort of resemblance to Lewis' aura.
Gabriella pressed her lips together. "You hate me because your brother and my brother are pressing each other's nerves?"
"How I wish they were just simply pressing each other's nerves." Dion scoffed, clicking his tongue as he leaned forward, arms against the edge of the table. "You people came in here thinking it's your territory."