Chapter 1715


    “She was treading carefully, not wanting to spook anyone. So she only brought me along. But rest


    assured, Mr. McMillian, I''dy down my life to protect her."


    "Both of youe back in one piece, you hear it?"


    "Absolutely!" Horace replied and soon realized he''d started to think of Romeo as his boss, as he


    answered him with such ease.


    Just then, Arabe emerged, all dressed and ready. Romeo poured her a cup of coffee and handed it


    over.


    "It''s nippy out there. Have some coffee to warm up before you go."


    Arabe looked at Horace, who quickly mouthed ''I didn''t spill anything!''


    After she finished her coffee, Romeo added, "If you need anything while you''re out, just holler for me."


    "Will do." Arabe, not wanting him to wait up, said, "If I''m not back by midnight, don''t wait up. Just hit


    the hay."


    "Okay." Romeo tousled her hair gently. "Be safe."


    With a nod to Horace, Arabe indicated it was time to leave. Horace stood up immediately, "Mr.


    McMillian, we should head out."


    As he caught Romeo''s worried and reluctant gaze, Horace reassured him, "Don''t worry, I''ve got her


    back."


    With a nod, Romeo saw them to the door.


    Down the long corridor, Arabe''s cool and determined silhouette grew distant .


    Horace kept ncing back, and as they waited for the elevator, he could see Romeo still standing at


    the door and watching them.


    "Boss, you sure you don''t want to have a word with Mr. McMillian? He seems kinda torn up about you


    leaving."


    Arabe nced back, only to see Romeo give a little wave before he dutifully went back inside.


    "Let''s focus on the task at hand."


    They took the elevator down and got into the car. Remembering Romeo''s anxiousness throughout the


    day, Arabe pulled out her phone and shot him a message on WhatsApp.


    [Don''t worry.] It was short and sweet, typical Arabe, but she ended it with aforting ''pat on the


    head'' emoji.


    Romeo, who had been in a funk, instantly felt his spirits lift.


    His Be knew he was worried!


    She wasforting him in return!


    And she ''patted'' his head!


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    Romeo was overjoyed, firing back a kiss emoji—a memento from a kiss they shared long ago, which


    he''d turned into a sticker.


    Arabe''s lips curved into a smile.


    Horace didn''t park at the Gentlemen Club parking lot; instead, he parked on the street and helped


    Arabe open the car door.


    "Boss, I left the car here. If things go south, we''ll take a route without surveince. I''ve mapped out our


    escape n."


    Arabe was impressed by his efficiency—a promising talent worth nurturing.


    Horace shed a golden card at Arabe, with an eyebrow raised.


    "A club membership card? How''d you get this?"


    "I got it from an old-timer member."


    Horace had pulled a lot of strings for Arabe, and therefore got to know some folks who owed him


    favors. Scoring a card like this wasn''t a big deal.


    "It''s just on loan, though. Gotta return itter." With that, Horace led Arabe towards the club.


    The club''s entrance was manned by four male and four female staff, lined up to wee guests.


    As Horace and Arabe ascended the steps, the staff exchanged curious nces; they were evidently


    unfamiliar with these new faces.


    "Gentlemen Club extends a warm wee to you both," they greeted.