"President Fairchild, I found them. It's this restaurant. I'm not sure if they're still here, since it's so late."
Evan Fairchild pulled open the car door, got out, and walked straight inside.
Tommy immediately followed.
'It's over. Even if Keith doesn't die today, he'll be skinned alive!'
'Perfect! I get to watch a good show!'
The moment Evan Fairchild walked in, he heard Melody Monroe's voice coming from a private room.
"Sir, may I ask..."
Evan Fairchild had already pushed open the door to the room.
Hearing the commotion, Melody Monroe turned her head. When she saw Evan Fairchild's dark expression, she pointed a small finger at him. "Scumbag!"
Evan Fairchild: "..."
"Yeah, all scumbags!" Keith Coleman mumbled, his head down.
Evan Fairchild pulled Melody Monroe to her feet and glanced at the glass in front of her. It was red wine, not very strong, but to be this drunk, she must have had quite a bit.
