Music blared through the speaker in the walls vibrating everything. Yet seems to ease up in the private booths.
Ashlynn's hair was tied up in a messy bun—the type of messy that looked like effortlessly beautiful.
Her question hung in the air for a moment longer than comfortable. Caleb didn't answer too—it was still his first time in these circles and he needed not to day attention.
"Well..." Ashlynn repeated herself, although she didn't look like the type who did that much. "Where have I heard that name before?"
"Ashlynn—" Sophia started but because she could explain the bodyguard at the entrance of her booth spoke up.
"Caleb Monrrow, Ma'am." He didn't turn back. "Last son and child of Jin Monrrow—the multibillionare."
Ashlynn's eyes flickered between Sophia and Caleb, her hand already inching from the table into the book of the couch.
