Xavier Young stood up and clapped his hands, his eyes flashing with a triumphant gleam that made Maxwell Young worry. It wasn't that he looked down on his brother; rather, his brother's intelligence was no match for Sienna Johnson's. Sienna could sell that fool, and he'd still be counting the money for her. Maxwell Young was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.
Sienna Johnson wasn't as calm as she'd appeared in front of Xavier Young. She had only cut herself because the situation demanded it. Of all the people here, anyone could be offended, except for Adrian Desmond.
"Huh? Why are you back?" Kiki asked when she saw Sienna Johnson return, her gaze drawn to Sienna's injured arm. "Mai, how did your arm get hurt?"
Sienna covered her wounded arm with her hand. The wound was still bleeding, dyeing her sleeve red. It looked horrific, but it wasn't actually that serious.
