CHAPTER 209

Kendrick pulled up to the Top Hills Eatery, a place that epitomized luxury and exclusivity. The restaurant was renowned for its opulence, where marble floors gleamed under soft chandeliers, and the air was infused with the aroma of gourmet cuisine. It was the perfect setting for high-stakes meetings, and today, Kendrick needed every advantage he could muster.

As he stepped out of the car, he spotted Methot emerging from the entrance, a broad smile lighting up his face. The two men approached each other, their hands meeting in a firm shake.

“Welcome, bro! I’m glad you made it here. I was wondering if work or other businesses would take your time,” Methot exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.

Kendrick feigned a smile, though his mind was still tangled in the events of the day. “Thanks so much, bro. I promised I would come, so there was nothing that could stop me from keeping my word.” His voice carried a practiced ease, though internally, frustration simmered beneath the surface.

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