In the private room, two men were lounging on a sofa, animatedly discussing plans for an upcoming yacht party. Near the door, another guy stood frozen, phone in hand, looking seriously off.
Jack shot him a look. “Yo, Liam, what’s up with you? You drunk or something?”
Liam turned around with a half-panicked expression. “Raphael’s been body-snatched, man!”
“What do you mean, body-snatched?” Nate chuckled, jumping in.
Liam waved his arms dramatically and recounted his call with Raphael. His tone had been the same—cool, calm, classic Raphael—but the words? All over the place. No logic, no context. Nothing added up.
“Come on,” Jack said with a disbelieving laugh. “You’ve had too much. Talking nonsense.”
He handed Liam another drink, smirking.
“I’m serious,” Liam said, taking the glass bu
