Once Julian Vaughn finished speaking, another eerie silence fell over the hallway.
Julian Vaughn's gaze swept over the men. He frowned slightly and began to shoo them away. "Carla and I are here. It's getting late, so please, all of you, go home."
"There are too many people here, and it's causing too much of a commotion. If word gets out, it won't be good for her. I must ask you all to be more considerate from a young woman's perspective."
"She's still unconscious, so there's no point in you all staying here. You'd be better off getting some rest and coming back to visit her tomorrow morning... looking sharp."
"You wouldn't want her to see you looking so disheveled, would you?"
As soon as he said that, the men seemed to recall something and looked down, examining their own attire.
It was late at night, the perfect time to be sound asleep.
