Chapter 86

Her scalp hurt like hell from Victoria yanking her hair. Liliana had had a bit to drink—she'd been floating earlier, but now she was stone sober. She reached up and grabbed Victoria's hair in return. "How many times do I have to say it? I didn't eavesdrop on purpose." Frankly, Liliana didn't think Victoria was worth her time anyway. Victoria clearly didn't buy it—her face had turned completely red. Across the room, the nouveau riche guy watched the two women locked in a wild tangle. He casually plopped down on the nearby couch and nudged one of his lackeys. "Go grab a few bottles. Let's not get involved in their mess for now." Just as the lackey reached for the door, he suddenly froze like a deer in headlights and instinctively backed away a few steps. The lighting in the room was dim, casting elongated shadows. Wilson's tall figure stood out sharply, his angular face made even more striking by the moody glow. "Who the hell's ruining my vibe?" the guy on the couch called out, leg cross