Chapter 64: Satisfying Flex and Face-Slapping (Part Two)

$20 million! The words hit like twin warheads, leaving the entire bar stunned into silence. He treated money like dirt. A roar built in countless chests. Zayden Webberlye took the hit right to the head, collapsed with a thud, and sat there slack-jawed, looking like a man at a funeral. Why? Why like this? Questions flooded his skull. Wasn't that guy a broke loser? How did he outclass me in cash? Because of Emery Quinny? No way. She had no reason to buy that pauper a sky-high tab. Then why? It...