Chapter 13

Izaak sat alone on the sofa next to Trevor. He took his phone from the interior pocket of his suit and turned it on. He crossed his slender legs, his back straightened, and his handsome side face was hidden in the darkness, giving him an inexplicable inherent dominant aura, as if he was born to be king above everyone. Other tables were packed with privileged people, wealthy men, and women. They were all there to indulge themselves in a kind of chaos unacceptable outside the walls of the bar. As soon as his phone caught the network, it buzzed and vibrated. Izaak spat a look at the screen and read the name Este. His eyebrow raised alone, and a hint of irritation colored his face. He grabbed the phone and threw it into his wine glass. It made a crisp collision noise as it drowned. The red liquor consumed the phone, the vibration stopped, and the bright screen faded into black. “I saw that,” Trevor commented. “That was Este. You dated her for three years, but she dumped you for another dic