An Aston Martin Vulcan parked in front of the Gates of a luxurious nightclub named precisely at 10 pm. Ace and Regan exited the vehicle, both of them looking equally worn out and annoyed. Right in front of the club, Nathan, the managing adviser of Skylark Estates, was waiting for them.
Nathan apologized, "Very sorry to disturb you both, sir, but the situation is getting out of hand."
Because Ace was certain he was enraged enough to kill someone, he chose to remain silent.
"It's okay....'' Regan muttered. '' Did you bring the files I asked?' He questioned. His voice was exhausted.
"Yes, sir," Nathan nodded, displaying the file stack in his hand, "I already have them here."
''Lead the way,' said Ace.
''Right this way, sir. '' Nathan remarked and guided Ace and Regan inside the club to
