Anton leaned back in his seat, a slow smirk curling at his lips. "Didn't think you had it in you, Bai."
Lucas chuckled, sliding into the booth across from him. "You wound me, Anton."
Ava followed, keeping her expression neutral, but her mind was already working.
Anton wasn't just some random rich survivor.
He was comfortable. Connected. The kind of person who thrived in Level One because he knew how to move in silence.
And Lucas Bai?
He was making a statement just by sitting here.
Anton's eyes flicked back to Ava, assessing. "You look new."
Ava tilted her head. "I learn fast."
Anton laughed. "Oh, I like her."
Lucas grinned. "So do I."
A waiter arrived, setting down a bottle of something expensive-looking, pouring glasses with practiced precision.
Anton raised his drink, swirling the liquid. "So, Bai. I assume you didn't crawl back up here just for a social visit."
Lucas took his own glass, golden eyes gleaming over the rim. "Of course not."
