Chapter One hundred-eighty

(Four Hours later)

Ethan walked into the bar, he already sighted Oliver. He walked straight to the table Oliver was, and sat down. "You came late. Why are you coming by this time?"

"I had something to take care of. I am sorry for coming late, but what matters right now is that I am here," he replied as he sat down.

"Yeah, so you asked that we meet tonight. What do you have to say, and please be fast about it. I have errands to run for my dad," Oliver replied as he sipped from his glass.

"Errand at this time of the night?" He asked, looking shocked.

"You heard me correctly Ethan. Do you want me to repeat myself again? Go ahead with what you have to say, and let's get done, and even with this meeting," he muttered.

Ethan cleared his throat, "I want us to orchestrate a form of accident for Alistair."

"Accident? What do you mean by accident, do you want him dead or what?" Oliver looked shocked, and afraid.

"Calm down bro, what sort of question are you asking? Don't you also want him dead.
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