Emily grew even more annoyed: “See how kind Jason is? Don’t be so ungrateful.”
“Take his key quickly. It’s better than running around. You’ll also be closer to saving us seats at the library.”
Hearing them echo each other, the last shred of hope in me vanished.
I smirked. “No need. I already have a place.”
“A place?”
Emily’s brows drew tighter, clearly unconvinced. “Where could you go? Do you even have relatives or friends here?”
“Home,” I said calmly.
“Home?” Emily sounded as if she’d heard a joke.
“How will you get home without a ticket? Flying back?!”
She probably meant it as a mocking outburst.
I nodded firmly.
“Yes, flying back on a private jet.”
The air froze.
Jason Miller's smug expression froze, as if paused.
Emily was completely stunned. It took several seconds before she reacted, then a wave of mock anger quickly surged across her face. "Liam!"
"Are you insane?! Do you hear yourself? A private jet? Why not say you came back on a rocket?"
"If you couldn’t get a ticket, then admit it. Making up such a flimsy lie to save face? You’ll only make me despise you more!"