Trevor was hardly young, but he would die in service of Frank.

He gritted his teeth as he picked up a bottle of red wine and chugged it, but he was already flushed to his ears halfway through one.

On the other hand, Frank remained perfectly fine even as he emptied his bottle and watched as Trevor wobbled as if on the brink. "You don't have to push yourself, Trevor."

"No... Stop it, Mr. Lawrence... All that I am... is because..." Trevor mumbled unintelligibly, clearly out of the game already.

Frank shook his head in exasperation and beckoned at Trevor's bodyguard who stood by the doorway.

"Send him home," Frank said. "He's been wearing himself out worrying about me—he ought to get some proper rest."

Trevor struggled even as he was taken away, while Frank was left sitting alone and drinking away his sorrows at the spacious booth.

using his Birthright rank abilities to nullify

"Hey, isn't that.?"

just then. Their leader, who looked stereotypically thuggish with a lip

permed hair spread loose and her makeup thick. She

at his booth under the dimly lit room,

Frank?" she asked as she snuggled up to Frank, abandoning the thug

eyelids felt heavy, and he tilted his head in thought as he stared at Aria

isn't Aria Lond, Winter's classmate." He nodded when he finally

Aria pouted unhappily. "You can skip that act when we're outside—do I still look

do

was still conscious enough to tell

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