Chapter 167

"Alright, let's eat," Nancy called out quickly. "It's gonna get cold if we wait any longer." George peeled a few shrimp and placed them in front of Leslie. Olivia scooted over shamelessly. "I want some too." George didn't even lift his head, just kept peeling like she didn't exist. That side of the table was all warm and cozy, full of laughter and chill vibes. Meanwhile, over at a private lounge in the Majestic Club. "Full house. Read it and weep-I win!" Dylan shouted excitedly, tossing down his cards. "Pay up, boys." Broderick held a cigarette between his fingers, face calm. He wasn't even smoking it-just letting it burn. He lightly tapped the ash into the tray, pushed the tiles away, and casually tossed a stack of hundreds over without bothering to count. Dylan glanced at him. "What? You zoning out 'cause of your pretty wife at home?" Harold Bailey, sharp-featured but in a clean-cut kind of way, perked up. "Wait, what's this? Ricky got married?" Dylan rolled his eyes. "For real? You