Kevin received a call from Christopher, feeling a bit flattered. He quickly answered, speaking with deference, "Young Master Chris!"
"I'm at Dynasty Hotel, third floor, room 888."
Not one for small talk, he hung up and leisurely resumed sipping his tea.
"Oh, calling for backup now?" Eddie sneered. "Did you call your wife over? Hahaha!"
"A guy like him, mooching off his wife, who else could he call?"
"Hahaha, that's hilarious!"
The room burst into laughter.
Christopher blew on his tea, sipping it slowly, as if their words were nothing but background noise.
His nonchalant attitude irked Eddie to no end. This punk was putting on airs right in front of him, acting like he didn't even exist.
"Hmph, let's see how thick-skinned you really are," Eddie was about to hurl more insults when t
