“Victor, there’s such a thing as first come, first served,” Zachary reminded him coldly.

Victor just smirked lazily.

Love doesn’t work like that. It’s not a line you queue up for.

If the first one messes up, why shouldn’t the second one try?

In fact, the best way? Let Rebecca decide. Herself.

“So?” Victor raised an eyebrow at Rebecca. “You coming with me, or him?”

Rebecca ...