Zane Langdon simply had no other choice. He couldn't get rid of him.
Why would Zane Langdon even bother with something like this?
"Master Rockwell, would you like me to call your family for you?" the waiter reminded him again.
"Call my ass! I haven't finished drinking yet! Just do your damn job and serve me!" Jasper Rockwell poured another glass, leaving only a single serving in the bottle.
"Get the hell away from me! I'm not done drinking!"
After finishing the glass, Jasper Rockwell picked up his phone again. 'Should I call Second Brother and ask to borrow some money?'
'This money would be a loan.'
'A personal loan.'
'That wouldn't count as taking money from the Rockwell Family, right?'
He thought for a moment, then made the call.
"Why are you calling me this late?"
"Because I miss you, of course!"
"You miss me this late at night? I've got a feeling this isn't a social call."
"Well, there is something, but it's not necessarily a bad thing."
"Spit it out."
