Oh my God! Yancy Hastings, do you have to be so ruthless?
Fiona Sutton's face fell as she turned to look at Yancy Hastings. "Have you the heart?"
Hearing her voice, Yancy Hastings's eyes twitched, and a shiver ran down his spine.
Somehow, despite usually detesting uncouth and ill-mannered women, he felt Fiona Sutton was more genuine this way.
"Stay out of places like this at night from now on."
He recalled finding her completely drunk at a bar during his last mission, and his brow furrowed.
It was bad enough that she got drunk, but she even grabbed people and kissed them. If he hadn't been there last time, would she have kissed someone else?
"It's none of your business."
Fiona Sutton rolled her eyes. This classless man, thinking he could control whether she drank or not.
"We'll see if it is."
With that, Yancy Hastings turned the car around a corner and pulled up to a hotel.
What the hell?!
