Chapter 39

At Deathly Knight Club, Buck brought out a bottle of rare wine he'd been saving and poured Mick a generous glass. He saw Mick holding a tablet and browsing through profiles of hostesses. The women were seductive figures, and their ambitions were written all over their faces. Mick usually wouldn't bother to pay these women a glance. "Are you picking a hostess tonight?" Buck leaned in and slyly pointed out. "There's this new girl who's very innocent and easy to deal with." Mick tossed the tablet aside and rubbed his temples. "You handle it." Buck waved a staff over to make the arrangements. Then, he asked with a teasing wink, "Should I call Nydia now? If she knows you're out drinking with a hostess, she'd cry." Mick's face darkened, and the glass of wine in his hand trembled slightly. The crimson wine splattered against the glass walls. "You have too much time on your hands, right?" "What? Isn't all of this part of your plan? Didn't you pick out hostesses just to provoke Nydia i