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    In a private room on the third floor, the bartender ced all of Phillip’s ordered wine on the table, respectfully bowed, and left.


    Sean lifted his gaze. “Care for a drink?”


    Bryson raised his ss in response. “Since you mention it, I’ll drink. It’s not often we share a drink together. Let me propose a toast first.”


    He downed the entire ss of wine in one gulp, swallowing quietly afterward, though his face flushed with the effects.


    Sean had chosen only top-shelf spirits, their spicy vors tingling from mouth to stomach.


    Bryson wasn’t sure why Sean had invited him and Kason out for drinks. Being the lowest in the pecking order among them, he didn’t dare to question Sean about his intentions.


    Sean’s gaze shifted to Kason, his expression turning somber. “Mr. Hayes, what’s the matter? You’re not drinking. Do you look down on me?”


    Kason, d in a simple vest and suit pants, with a buzz cut giving him a sharp,petent appearance, remained stoic.


    Ever since he had walked into the private room, his face had been devoid of emotion. He didn’t make any small talk, simply sitting in silence.


    Leaning forward, Kason picked up a wine ss, his slender fingers marked with numerous rough scars. He raised the ss towards Sean.


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    “Mr. Scott, since it’s your treat, I’m certainly honored,” he said smoothly.


    The two families were close, and Kason was well-versed in the social niceties required in such gatherings.


    He had formed a basic opinion of Sean from their previous encounters—arrogant, domineering, and unforgiving.


    Kason swiftly downed his ss of wine and flipped it over to show it was empty.


    Not to be outdone, Sean grabbed the ss in front of him and followed suit, draining his ss.


    “Cheers.”


    The mood around the table grew livelier under the influence of alcohol.


    Bryson, with a curious tone, inquired, “Mr. Scott, what do you require from me?”


    Since Susanna’s hospital stay, there had been minimal contact between the Andrews and the Scott families. At business gatherings, Bryson’s acknowledgment of Sean was limited to a mere nod. They rarely exchanged words.


    Bryson was even less acquainted with the influential Kason and felt quite intimidated sitting among these two men.


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