Fu Tailan was still sitting on the hood of the car. He glanced at the newcomer, then turned his head away without getting off.
"...Don't tell me the person on that ship is one of yours?"
"Don't be an idiot."
Chaisi Monroe seemed utterly oblivious to the fact that his car was parked in the middle of the road. But then again, the road to the private dock ahead rarely saw traffic, especially this late at night. Fu Tailan's hope that a police car might conveniently pass by and write him a ticket was, for now, a lost cause.
"If we were the ones dealing with Westley, do you really think I'd let you just sit here?"
"Then where would you have me sit? In Kai Luonan's chair?"
Fu Tailan shot back, though he couldn't suppress his irritation.
'…How the hell did he know?'
The fact that Westley was making a deal tonight had been kept secret from the whole of Blackmoor City.
