“Big brother.”
In the manager’s office of the Copper Sparrow Pavilion, Gregor Cooper’s face was alight with joy.
His hands were constantly trembling, and his muscles were taut.
“Three years, it’s been hard work.”
Timothy sat on the sofa, silently lighting a cigarette.
As the smoke slowly rose, he leaned on the sofa and asked, “The north city’s Boaz, do you know him?”
“Boaz, I know.”
Gregor Cooper nodded, “He’s a relative of Quince Kensington. These past few years, I found him troublesome, so I didn’t bother with him. Big brother, why suddenly bring him up?”
“Today, someone in the residential area tried to make a move on me.”
Timothy exhaled a puff of smoke and said indifferently, “The man behind it, it’s Boaz.”
“What!”
Gregor Cooper’s body abruptly shook.
“Big brother, you’re n
