I glanced at Fiona coldly, narrowing my eyes.
"Heh… heh, I was just joking," Fiona said with an awkward smile, raising her hands.
I looked away.
"Even if he's sad, he'll have to get over it. He's not a little kid anymore… and I already promised to buy him another one," I said with a sigh.
"I knew you'd do something about it. After all, you're very nice to Jace, and I'm sure he'd love it if you bought it for him since he loves you so much," Fiona said with a smirk.
"Cough… cough… please don't make me choke. Lexy… nice? Please. She doesn't even know the meaning of the word nice and if she's does then I would ben—" Jadon trailed off as I glanced at her with raised brows.
"What would happen, Jae? What would you do?" I asked with a cold smile.
"Nothing… I won't do anything, Lexy. It wasn't me talking just now," Jadon said as sweat rolled down her forehead.
I smirked and looked away.
"Are we going to the bar now, Fiona, or are you planning on hearing my life story too?" I asked coldly.
"Me? No, not at all. In fact, let's get moving," Fiona said quickly, jumping off the bench like she'd been burned.
"Finally," Eliza muttered, crossing her arms.
Fiona shot her a glare and started walking. I stood up and followed her.
(After a while — Ridges Bar)
We stopped in front of a four-story building glowing with magnificent lights. A large signboard read "Ridges Bar."
"We're here, guys," Fiona said, stopping a few steps from the entrance.
I glanced around and saw a long queue stretching out, with bouncers standing by the door.
"So how are we going to get in with this huge crowd? Are we also lining up?" Catherine asked with wide eyes.
"No, silly. We're VIPs, remember? So we've got special privileges," Fiona said, lightly tapping Catherine's forehead.
"Hey, that hurts," Catherine said, covering her forehead and pouting.
"Doll," Jadon muttered under her breath.
"So, are you guys planning on using me as entertainment?" I asked coldly.
All of them froze, then glanced at my expression before quickly looking away from the staring crowd.
"Lexy's right, Fiona. Let's just go inside. Do you have a VIP card or…?" Eliza said lazily.
Fiona reached into her handbag and pulled out a gold card with sharp edges.
"Of course I have one. Always be prepared, remember?" Fiona said with a smirk as she walked toward the entrance.
"Hey, stop there," Bouncer 1 said, stepping in front of us with his towering height.
"What are you ladies looking for? We don't allow cutting the line, but we can make an excep—" Bouncer 2 started, smiling lustfully.
Fiona glanced at him coldly and suddenly threw the VIP card straight at his face.
It sliced a thin line across his cheek before dropping to the floor with a sharp sound.
The bouncer froze, touching his cheek, then pulled his hand back to see blood.
"You fucking slu—" Bouncer 2 began angrily, stepping toward us.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you… and neither would I finish that sentence," Catherine said sweetly, interrupting him.
Bouncer 1 picked up the card from the ground and glanced at us.
"Why shouldn't I? What can a group of whor—" Bouncer 2 said, taking another step forward.