The Second Heir

Chapter 65

The city lights shimmered on the sleek surface of the Bentley as it came to a stop in front of the bar. Greg stepped out of the car, scanning the area. “So this is the place, huh?”

Dylan, standing beside him, nodded. "Yes, this is the place," he confirmed, his eyes sharp and vigilant.

Greg acknowledged Dylan's response with a nod and began walking toward the entrance of the bar. As he approached, he noticed the vibrant atmosphere inside, the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air.

Meanwhile, in the hidden room not far from the bar, a mysterious figure, shrouded in a dark coat with their face obscured by a hood, received a message on their phone.

The message read, "Are the girls ready?"

The figure quickly typed a reply, "Yes, they’re ready. I've made all the arrangements, and they'll be ready in ten minutes."

The sender responded with a simple, "Good. Keep up the good work. Make sure you don't make any mistake or Mr. Hill will be angry with us."

Back at the bar’s ent