The Return of Lord Bryan

Chapter hundred twenty seven

Bryan drove like the devil was on his tail, arriving at the classic bar Jenkins had picked out for their meeting. It was a beautiful garden bar just outside of town. As Bryan killed the engine, he pulled on his coat and baseball cap, trying his best at disguise before stepping into the place.**

The garden bar was indeed a fitting spot for Jenkins, considering his love for flowers. Just as Bryan looked to the left, he saw the old man's hand guiding him to a corner table. Bryan walked over and shook his head in disbelief.

"I was hoping you only sounded different, but you look different too," Bryan said.

Jenkins was dressed in a thick fur coat and a hat. He nursed a cup of coffee with his gloved hands.

"Sit down, boy. I have to be quick," Jenkins said.

Bryan noticed that gone was Jenkins' stammering and broken words. He spoke fluently now, almost as if nothing had ever been wrong with him. Bryan sat down, looking at him curiously.

"You're running out of time. Your brother and uncle have