The two men accepted the cigarettes and cautioned, "Mr. Bastille, please behave yourself."

Morgan acknowledged their warning with a nod, and Josie was granted access to the courtyard house.

Morgan gave the back of her neck a playful squeeze and said, "I knew you had ulterior motives."

Josie, tired of pretending, met his gaze and asked, "Morgan, you have a secret, don't you?"

After taking the last puff of his cigarette, Morgan said, "You know I'll sign the agreement one way or the other for you sake, so you don't have a reason to follow me all the way here. There is, of course, another possibility: you're in love with me. But of course, I dismissed that idea immediately."

Josie didn't know what to say. He sure is self-aware.

Josie glanced into the room. "Who's in there?"

"Stop asking," he said.

"Then I'll go in myself."

She was about to step inside when Morgan grabbed her. "Do you have a death wish?"

her eyes in confusion when a voice echoed from within. "Morgan, where are you? It's

Gøøglᴇ to

hand and led her inside.

woody fragrance mingling with the scent of women's perfume that was slightly overpowering

all four sides of a square table. An elderly bigwig held a deck of cards in his hand

were clearly surprised to see Morgan bring a

elderly man with silver hair seated at the head

I had to appease her." Morgan, with his arm around Josie's shoulder, said, "Greet

a moment, Josie didn't

while later, she bowed respectfully. "I'm sorry

girlfriend of yours seems innocent. So this is your type, huh? It's

into his seat and signaled

not it. I just feel like settling down as I grow older. I might as well choose someone whose

drew the Ace

in his hand of cards, but instead of playing it, he broke

as Lionel Zabel

matched his, she

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