Egan watched the old detective clear his throat. “We got some rather disturbing news that you have an illegal fighting ring and other illegal business.”
Egan shrugged. “These sorts of accusations are thrown at billionaires all the time.”
Mr Martinez nodded, while Ms Barlos smiled as she took notes.
His heart chilled when she looked up to give him a piercing gaze. It was almost like he was staring at an angry Primrose.
He looked away to find Mr Martinez studying him.
He smiled at the old man, and the old man smiled back.
“You are right. But these informants were quite insistent about this. They say you are a part of the Mafia.”
Egan paused, and he widened his eyes dramatically. “Mafia? You mean the Mafia?”
The old man nodded, pretending to be a good sport.
Egan burst into laugh
