"What was that stupid stunt you pulled the other night?" Frederick demanded, his tone cold and filled with anger as he walked into the private booth to see Roseline already waiting for him.

Roseline frowned as she adjusted her jacket while crossing her legs over the other.

"I don't understand what you are talking about," she huffed, and Frederick glared at her impatiently.

"Why would you go confront Lily like that?! You didn't just trash her studio; you even had the boldness to meet up ...