OLIVER CAGE: Return Of The Lionheart

Chapter 143

"He frequents this bar. Most of his meetings are held in the VIP sessions here. I know he wouldn't be at the office since he thinks it has been compromised. You understand what to do, right?" Lydia asked the man who stood blankly next to her.

She'd been told that he was fit for the job, but frankly, he didn't look like it. He was skinny and sickly, not to mention, he wouldn't let go of the bottle of whiskey in his hands and the cigarettes held between his lips.

They were both standing outside the bar. "Yes, I understand." His response was slow and unconvincing, setting Lydia on the edge. She'd given him the advance, and all that was left was for him to get working.

"You'd get the rest of the pay when you're done," Age rolled her eyes. "Ditch the fucking whiskey. It's not like you have a condition where whiskey is all you need to survive."

"This?" He lifted the bottle. "This is none of your business, Lady. Now, excuse me, let me do my job." The man brushed past her. "He's here already