Chapter 280 Your Taste Is Worse Than Mine

• Aiden as booked the entire billiard lounge.
• Zane was hiding in a corner, typing on his phone like a discreetly. No one could tell who he was reporting the news to.
• Adrian seemed to be himself, but as a call came in, he went to a slightly farther place to answer. With one hand resting on the pool table and the other holding the phone, he stood with a leisurely stance. As if he heard something amusing, he lowered his head and chuckled softly, subconsciously covering his mouth with his hand.