Bradley leaned toward me with a teasing grin. “Dude, aren’t you going to choose a girl?”
I returned his smile, trying to keep the mood light. “I’ve been on a vegetarian diet lately—staying away from women.”
Courtney shot me a cold glance. “You’re free to choose if you want. I won’t stop you.”
I chose to remain silent, feeling the weight of her words. In truth, their private room was the lowest tier in the The Light Vegas Club, and the people here were the least significant in the grand hierarchy of the elite. As the conversation turned to their circle, they discussed rumors about a prominent figure in the Bailey Family set for a promotion and a member of the Roberts Family expected to become a provincial governor.
After a brief pause, Bradley turned to me again, his tone somewhat condescending. “Dude, do you even understand what we’re talking about?”
“I don’t,” I replied flatly, feeling increasingly out of place.