Chapter 681

Chapter 681

It wasn't long before Gilbert, flanked by his crew, arrived at the designated spot.

As they approached the entrance, someone was already there waiting for them, greeting Gilbert with a respect that could be considered decent. "Mr. Nine, please, this way."

Mr. Nine?

Hearing that nickname, Gilbert paused, giving the man a sharp look, a disdainful scoff curling at the edge of his lips.

Striding forward, he made his way inside.

In the spacious living room, Naylor was lounging on a couch, a coffee table in front of him and a kettle on the stove that hadn't yet boiled.

Hearing footsteps, Naylor looked up to see Gilbert approaching.

Gilbert walked over quickly, stopping to tower over him, visibly impatient, "I'm here! Where's my man?"

Naylor lifted his gaze, seemingly ignoring Gilbert's question, just staring at him intently.

meticulously, he

Gilbert couldn't grasp what he was hinting

"I mean..."

still fixed on Gilbert, "You and Francis, you

the crap!" Gilbert shot him a blank look,

"But,"

irritated,

like your

but it dropped like a bomb in Gilbert's heart, igniting

stared him down, every cell in his body

façade of indifference, "Oh, my mother passed away when I was young, Mr. Harrison

Hmm?

the game Gilbert was

have the nerve to say

beat around the bush, his intention

to that face you

went

eyes locked

MS

moment he was called 'Nine', he knew Naylor had recognized

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