Chapter 188

Aden hung up the phone, a wicked smile spreading across his face. He could already imagine Xavier being beaten and humiliated. When the time came, he'd be sure to bring a bouquet to visit the fallen golden boy. "Mr. Whitfield, who was that?" Conor asked deliberately. "Judging by that smile, did you just close a huge deal?" "Mr. Webster, you're not far off… Let's drink!" Aden laughed loudly, raising his glass. The room soon filled with the thick scent of alcohol, and the atmosphere grew indulgent and decadent. … Seven or eight vans were trailing behind me. For some reason, the streetlights along the highway were out. In the dim light of the night, the only thing visible was the reflective strips on the road. "Stop!" Alfie suddenly shouted. His face was taut with tension. Travis quickly signaled and, with great effort, brought the car to a steady stop. His hands trembled. "Alfie, what's wrong?" I snapped out of my light nap and turned to Alfie, my gaze full of questions. "Some