Chapter 1843

Zoran had just begun dabbling in this line of work. Hence, he only had a small team of drivers at the moment. "That's not what I meant. I just—" Laughing, Perseus waved his hand and tried to explain. He didn't get to finish his sentence before he was interrupted by Gabriella. "Food's ready!" she exclaimed as she set the dishes down on the table. "Hurry up and wash your hands, Perseus, Harris. The food will get cold." Perseus swiftly got up and said, "Let me help you set the table." He needed an excuse to get away from Zoran. "Fucking bastard—how dare he? Fuck him!" Zoran cursed under his breath. "Control your temper, boy. We haven't gotten what we're after yet. Don't go and ruin everything for us," Harris reminded Zoran softly. A sinister smile flashed across Harris' face. Zoran nodded. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Let's go and have dinner." The pair got up and marched toward the dining table. After taking a seat, they crossed their legs and proceeded to wait for