Chapter 105 Reunion
Chapter 105 Reunion
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Forget it, Freya thought. If Louis wants to give me money, I’ll just take it. It’s not like I spend recklessly anyway. Worst case, I’ll give it back to him later if he ever needs it. With that, she changed the subject, and the two of them continued eating.
Life went on, uneventful and quiet.
One morning, as they were heading out, Louis casually said, “I’ve got something going on today, won’t be back for dinner. I’ll lock the door when I get home.”
“Oh, okay.” Which meant he’d be back late tonight. It wasn’t the first time, so Freya didn’t think much of it.
That evening at 7 PM, on the sixth floor of Samson Pub-
The door to a private room was pushed open, and a young man strode inside. He was strikingly handsome, with a rugged edge–not the delicate prettiness of today’s pop idols. His entire presence radiated a sharp, battle–hardened aura. Everything about his posture carried a kind of clean, efficient decisiveness, mixed with a faint dominance.
He was dressed in casual clothes, yet somehow gave the impression of wearing full armor. Like a sword ready to be drawn at any moment, the sheath couldn’t hide its blade. One glance, and you’d know–this was no ordinary man.
“Asher!” Baylon practically jumped to his feet, his voice filled with delight.
The three people playing cards instantly froze and turned their heads in unison. Seated beside them, Louis set down the documents in his hands and looked up with a rare, genuine smile. “Asher.”
Asher Collins–arguably the most outstanding heir of the Collins family, and in truth, the one steering the ship.
Asher walked over and gave Baylon, who was closest, a quick pat on the shoulder. Then he nodded to the others. “Got stuck in traffic. Sorry I’m late. Let’s eat.”
“We figured. Already had someone get everything ready,” Kendrick said, smiling broadly as he lifted his chin. He looked like a student seeing their teacher again. The arrogance he usually flaunted in front of others had completely vanished.
“You’re the big celebrity–aren’t you always on tour or shooting something? How come you’ve got time now?” Waylon tossed his cards on the table with a dramatic sigh. “Man… I see how it is. None of us matter. When we invite you, you’re too busy. But when Asher calls, you drop everything. The man gets back in town and doesn’t even have to ask–you come running.”
“Waylon, cut it out. This isn’t a set, and I’m not trying to act outside of work. If you’re dying to see a show, you better pay first,” Kendrick said, holding out his hand toward Waylon.
Smack! Waylon slapped Kendrick’s outstretched hand away and gave him a look of disgust. “Wow, listen to you. Like anyone wants to act with you. Kendrick, take a look at the table–your chips are still sitting there. If you’re thinking of skipping out, we’d all have to be blind to let it slide.”
“You lost again?” Asher glanced at the table and commented offhandedly, “Then Kendrick’s covering tonight.”
Kendrick looked stunned. “Asher, are you trying to teach me self–reliance?”
“You’re not that young anymore. Time to start acting like a man,” Louis added as he got up, chiming in smoothly.
Baylon instantly burst out laughing. “Hahaha! Kendrick, look at you. Your day has finally come! Hahaha!”
“Kendrick,” he said, turning to Baylon with a sinister grin, “are you proud of me growing up? Should I invite my mom to drop by your mom’s place for a little chat–compare parenting notes?”
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