The speculation Jonathan made in the morning plagued his mind for the entire day.
When he went off work at night, he called Lucian.
The man on the other end of the line was swift to answer the call. “Is something the matter, Jonathan?”
Jonathan briefly chuckled. “It’s been a while since we met. Are you free tonight for a drink?”
Lucian creased his forehead when he heard that—he knew Jonathan had something to say to him, so he lowered his voice and agreed to it.
After ending the call, Lucian instructed Cayden to pick Estella up from the kindergarten before he drove to a private club he frequented.
Just as he entered the establishment, the server came over. “Mr. Farwell, Mr. Queen has been waiting for you.”
Lucian nodded slightly and followed the server upstairs into a private room.
