FreeNovelThe man turned to Hannah.
"I've been too blind.
I wasn't aware you were associated with Mr.
Compton and I offended you.
I truly am sorry for that, Ma'am.
Keith understood what Hannah was implying earlier and decided not to pursue the matter further.
He lifted his hand, indicating the man could leave.
Seeing the matter didn't cause a scene, the reckless men in the dark calmed down and hid back.
A waiter guided them to a secluded booth on the first floor, near the staircase leading to the second floor.
The surrounding booths were all unoccupied, ensuring their privacy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"By the way, I've heard the third floor offers more entertainment options.
Could we possibly go up?" Hannah asked the waiter.
The waiter's face stiffened, his eyes darting away momentarily.
He managed a strained smile and responded, “Ma'am, the third floor is reserved for guests who have made prior reservations.
Unfortunately, without a reservation, you can't go up.
He had braced himself for a difficult conversation with Hannah, expecting her to be less than cooperative.
To his amazement, she simply asked a question.
Hannah nodded and said, "I see.
I'll make a reservation for next time.
Thank you.
" After selecting a few bottles of wine and liquor, Hannah dismissed the server without any fuss.
In a room on the third floor, Bryson watched Hannah from behind a double-layered opaque glass, his chin resting on his hand.
"You've been distracted for a while now.
What's on your mind?" A man with black hair and light brown eyes sat opposite Bryson.
Following his gaze, he asked, "Is there a lady downstairs catching your interest? Which one? Should I send someone to invite her up here?" Bryson's cold look turned toward him.
"It's unfortunate your head wasn't in the line of fire.
The man across from him clenched his teeth and said, "Bry, it's been years since we last met.
You haven't changed a bit, you are still as rude as ever.
I'm thankful for your assistance with Blackeye previously.
Without your help, my men would've faced humiliation.
I've heard your lady played a crucial role in our victory in the boxing match.
She must be quite skilled.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCould I have the pleasure of meeting her?" Bryson gave him a cold stare, and the man quickly lifted his hands in a gesture of peace.
"I don't mean any harm.
I just wish to express my gratitude for her help before.
"No need," Bryson said coldly, his attention drifting back toward Hannah.
Kohen lifted his glass, revealing a scar on his neck as he drank his liquor.
"I don't believe your return is solely about Remington.
I've uncovered sclues regarding the investigation you askedto..." Bryson's attention shifted away as he heard the words.
He turned to Kohen and asked, "What discoveries have you made?" Kohen pulled out his phone and found several photos to show him. "You are right.
There's something behind the cause of your mother's death.
It seems your mother was connected to individuals from the four mast influential families. ead the latest chapter there!
Bryson grabbed the phone and started looking through the blurted images his brow furrowing slightly. Kohen continued, "It was quite a challenge to get these photos.
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