An Instant Zillionaire

Chapter 217

"Hey man," Gary literally sighed in his response after he answered the call.

"Man," the caller, Dylan, drawled. "You don't sound good, "What's up? How far have you gone with the search for your man? Did the chick tell you who he is?"

Since Dylan was the one who arranged the men he used to get Claire, he knew about it.

On a normal day when Gary was his normal self, if he had been asked so many questions at once, he would have lashed out at whoever dared to try it but this time, he didn't.

He only knew his friend was talking, he couldn't process his excessive words.

"Man, I need to talk," he pinched the space between his forehead, squeezed his eyes shut, and opened it again. "I need to clear my head."

"Are you okay, Gary?" Dylan asked worried.

"I might lose my job soon, I can't be fine," he answered Dylan's irritating question. "What do you say we meet at the usual restaurant in…" he trailed off and his gaze slid to his desktop screen to check the time. "I'm about an hour?"

Dylan had