Chapter 1367: Private Territory

The way they sought entertainment hadn't changed much—it revolved around women and alcohol. Downstairs, people chatted and laughed; upstairs, a few gathered for card games. The entire villa buzzed with heat and life. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, except for Callie. She sat quietly, her enthusiasm dimmed, idly rubbing her phone as she debated whether to call Nelson again. Since hanging up earlier, there had been no further news from him. It felt like the calm before a storm. Callie had been brought here by Jamir Quinn. Nobody dared trouble her. He had been absent from the group for over an hour when Albert Cameron slid into the seat beside her, his tone laced with teasing mischief. "Jamir’s never brought a woman to hang out with us before." Callie tucked her phone away without a word. “How often does he even meet with you guys in a year?” “Two or three times, usually around year’s end.” “And he always comes alone?” “Yeah,” Albert said, seeming almost excited. “Never w