The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never
Chapter 1663

After everyone else had left, Hannah was the last to exit the Lounge.

She thoughtfully turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness.

Pausing in the dim light, she looked in Melina’s direction and said softly with a smile, “I hope you have a pleasant night.

”

The door clicked shut softly, plunging the lounge back into darkness.

Hannah stepped out into the cool night air, where Bryson waited, leaning casually against the wall.

He extended a glass of wine toward her.

“What did the Garza family say?”

Hannah accepted the glass, her eyes narrowing slightly as she Looked at him, “Mr.

Mitchell, it’s rude to spy on others.

”

Bryson’s lips curled into a faint smirk.

“I wasn’t spying.

I just can’t seem to take my eyes off you.

”

Hannah rolled her eyes at his worn-out line.

Seriously? Her smile was tight, more out of politeness than genuine amusement.

“You haven’t answered me yet, Hannah.

What did they want?” he pressed.

Hannah took a sip of the wine, savoring the taste before replying.

“I believe I have the right to keep that to myself, don’t you think?”

She placed the glass on a nearby round table, turning to face him fully.

“Besides,” she squinted playfully, “aren’t you keeping secrets from me too?”

A tense silence settled between them before Bryson finally looked away.

“That’s different.

”

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“Forget it.

” Hannah rubbed her forehead as if warding something off.

“Let’s leave the past where it belongs.

I let myself get caught up in your world, and I need to step back.

I’m not in the mood for the show anymore.

It’s even late.

I think I should head home.

”

She turned to leave, but Bryson grabbed her wrist gently.

“Let me drive you.

I’m feeling bored with this place too.

”

Before she could respond, a figure stepped into their path, blocking their way.

Malvina was standing there commanding all the space.

She was gazing at Hannah wildly.

“Where is Tyshawn? Tell me, Hannah!”

Another crazy woman.

Another confrontation.

Great, Hannah thought, rolling her eyes.

Hannah dismissed her with a glace before turning to leave, but Malvina stepped in front of her, clearly not ready to back down.

Hannah sighed.

Her patience was thinning.

She lifted her winter-cold eyes to stare back.

“What the hell do you want from me?”

Malvina flinched but held her ground.

“Where is Tyshawn?” she repeated, her voice edging on desperation.

“How should I know?” Hannah snapped.

“I’m not his mother.

Do I need to follow him around everywhere he goes?”