A complicated look crossed Sebastian's eyes, and he hurried after her.
He passed Isabelle without slowing for even a second.
The others stood frozen.
What just happened?
Sebastian had actually abandoned Isabelle and walked out?
At that moment, Madeline was already out the front door of the lounge.
The shock and hurt on her face had vanished, replaced by cool indifference.
Cars lined the curb, waiting for passengers.
She slipped into the nearest one, shut the door, and looked down at her phone.
She had just declined Sebastian's call. Without looking up, she said, "The Willard Residences, please."
The driver neither started the car nor answered.
Madeline looked up, confused.
A man sat behind the wheel of the black Bentley.
He glanced at her sideways. His features were striking,
