Scott's eyes glowed red like torches. After slamming his glass down on the table, he glanced at the two of them as if he was some kind of cop they were obligated to answer to.

"What do you mean?" Zara frowned at him. "Watch your tone. Even if you want to ask such a personal question, you shouldn't use that tone."

"Huh? What's wrong with my tone?" He turned to face her squarely.

She rolled her eyes and took a bit of the spare ribs as if he hadn't addressed her. The expression she had on her face was indifferent. However, she was panicking inside. Can he just drop it...