Collins Morgan swiped off imaginary dirt from his shirt and hissed. He had never felt so insulted in his life.
His jaw jutted. “Jay Adams…” he gritted.
The only thing stopping him from already descending his wrath on Jay was Jay's influence and the fact that his father would not like it as they do business with Adams group.
He stopped and tilted his head, mentally reviewing Jay's facial expression again.
Suddenly his eyes twitched and soon a smirk deepened along the lines of his mouth. He smacked his lips at the sudden awareness.
“This is getting interesting,” he muttered as his grin widened.
To further confirm his suspicions, he retrieved his phone and dialled a number as he proceeded out of the garden bar.
After the first ring and the receiver didn't pick the call, he cussed
