When the cars stopped beside John, two men, who appeared to be bodyguards, got out of the vehicles. One of them said in a respectful manner, “Mr. Constance, our master would like to meet you. Will you come with us?”

Without moving, John questioned with a smile, “What if I refuse?”

The bodyguards traded glances, and one of them said, “Mr. Constance, please don’t make it hard for us. We’re just executing the order.”

With a sneer, John fished out his phone and dialed a number—he was calling Old Mr. Bailey.

Bailey asked smilingly, “John, are you done

to me over the phone. There’s no need to send two men over. If the passersby see this, they might think I’m troubled by some thugs, which isn’t good for

“You’re exaggerating. I just want to invite you over for a cup of tea. You must have misunderstood my subordinates because they’re not good at expressing themselves. I assure you that they’re not thugs. We live in a society governed

John replied in a perfunctory and languid manner. He then continued, “I’m sorry that I’m not going to your place for a

Old Mr. Bailey fell

tell me, I’m hanging up the call now. I’m sure you’re aware that I’m burdened with some projects currently, which are

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