The first thought that flashed through Celia Sterling's mind was 'An interrogation.'
She froze, hesitating before she spoke. "Brother... Silas."
A bottle of red wine and a few plates of snacks sat on the coffee table between Kian Sterling and Silas Norwood. Kian swirled the wine in his glass, eyeing Celia. "Come here. Sit."
Celia walked over in silence and sat beside Kian.
"So, you've gotten bold. Daring to go find male escorts all by yourself." Kian's expression was unreadable.
Celia lowered her head and said nothing.
Kian sneered, his tone severe. "Going is one thing, but you didn't even bring your bodyguards. Do you have any idea how many creeps in Metropia have their eyes on you?"
