Chapter 78 Drunk and Out of Control

"You're just making excuses." Vivian shot him a scathing look, convinced Bernard Jacobson was nothing short of a savage—obstinate, unreasonable, a caveman who'd evolved only in body, not mind. In short: a complete idiot! She had no intention of arguing further, so she leaned against the window, closed her eyes, and fell silent. The car sank into stillness. Not until they reached the underground garage of the Nightshade Club did they step out together, entering the elevator one after the other. Scott handed the keys to Bernard and drove off in his own car. This pair of mortal enemies? He wanted no part of it. The elevator was small, yet Vivian pressed herself into a corner, maximizing the distance between them. Every movement radiated her disdain. "Why stand so far?" The tall, upright man glanced at the petite woman, a faint crease between his brows. His flawless face was clouded with irritation. "Close to vermilion, you turn red; close to ink, you turn black. Close to an idiot, you go