Alan Morgan rushed to the bar, only to find out when he arrived.
"He left?"
Alan Morgan stared, his eyes wide, his face filled with disbelief.
Damn it, even Boss stood him up! This world truly is full of malice.
The shipment was robbed—such a huge deal—and he just up and left?
"Did Young Master Peary leave any instructions when he left?" Alan Morgan asked the waiter with a hopeful look.
However, the only response he received was the waiter shaking his head.
Oh well. Alan Morgan shrugged. Then again, someone like Young Master Peary wouldn't leave any message anyway.
Frowning, he turned and left the bar. After getting into his car, he thought for a moment and then made a phone call.
"Boss, are you kidding me? I'm really tired."
"We move tonight. Same old rules."
Alan Morgan nodded solemnly. After hanging up, he sat motionless in his car.
