"I'm sorry to trouble you. You can go back now. He's here to pick me up."
The two privates escorting Yara Quillan exchanged a glance. After calling their superior for instructions, they drove away.
Yara Quillan walked over to Lucian Sloan. "Lucian, what are you doing here?"
"I heard your hotel was bombed before I even got home! Do you have any idea? When I rushed over, there was nothing but a pile of rubble! How could I *not* come? What the hell happened after I left?" Lucian Sloan was already roaring at Yara Quillan.
Yara Quillan was so taken aback by his shouting she didn't know what to say. She just obediently got into Lucian Sloan's car. "Lucian, don't be mad, don't be mad. Getting angry gives you wrinkles!"
"You! You're going to be the death of me!" Lucian Sloan resentfully pinched Yara Quillan's cheek. 'She's actually still smiling. How can she still be smiling?!'
