Sebastian Lockwood's expression didn't change, but Chester Sawyer, who was eating a meat skewer, choked abruptly.
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH—" He coughed violently, his face turning beet red.
He successfully caught Sydney Sawyer's attention. She squinted and sized them up, a puzzled look on her face. Seemingly deciding it was impossible, she shook her head, raised her glass, and took another sip of beer.
'Why did she suddenly bring up Sebastian?'
'Sis, you're so screwed!'
'Don't you have a crush on Sebastian? How could you call him a scumbag?'
'She's burning her own bridges.'
'In this situation, even I can't save you!'
Chester Sawyer took a sip of his ice-cold Coke and carefully observed Sebastian Lockwood's expression. It was completely placid. 'Did he not hear her?'
"...Anyway, no man is any good!" Sydney Sawyer declared, leaning on Coco Gordon's shoulder.
"You should stop drinking."
Coco Gordon tried to take the glass from her, but Sydney dodged her.
