“Uncle…” Arden replied, full of reluctance. “Right now, I can’t…”
“Hello?” Bill said loudly. “I can’t hear you very well. Are you at your club?”
Arden hesitated. “Yes.”
“…Then I’m close by already. I’ll be right there.”
Bill didn’t give Arden another chance to decline and directly hung up.
With a sigh, Arden stood and excused himself from the new set of people he had just roped in.
Foiled again tonight, it seemed.
Wearing a blazer over his shoulders, which made him look even more glamorous than usual, he stepped out of the club right as a high-end and heavily tinted car pulled up in front of the entrance. He then saw a stocky, graying, and dangerous-looking man step out of the driver’s side door to greet him.
“I see you’re still enjoying your youth to the fullest,” Bill said with
