Chapter 216 Jonathan the Fence-Sitter

The night atmosphere was thick and heavy. Seth sat quietly in the car, staring at his phone's screen. The screen lit up and dimmed again. In the end, it fell completely silent, with no response. The tips of his fingers, resting on the steering wheel, were cold as ice. He went up to the executive lounge on the hotel's top floor. There weren't many people there, and soft jazz music drifted through the air. Seth sat alone at the bar, holding a glass of whiskey between his fingers. He didn't drink it and merely looked around in silence. A set of somewhat irregular footsteps came closer from a distance. "Seth!" Jonathan, wearing a wrinkled T-shirt, plopped onto the barstool beside him with a messy head of hair. He was panting hard, clearly having used up all of his energy just sneaking out of the hotel. "Damn, Nancy's ruthless. She actually froze all my cards." He grabbed the bar's menu and randomly ordered the most expensive drink. "Seth, I'm sorry. That idea of mine was way too d