Chapter 90 Bridger's Territory

"Why so formal? It's just the usual business, my men got a bit too rowdy and disturbed you, Mr. Drake." Bridger responded casually, his eyes scanning the room. His gaze settled on the woman on the couch, her face covered by her hands. His pupils contracted slightly. "Just a friendly reminder, the heat is on outside. Don’t cause any trouble to me." Bridger replied calmly, signaling to the waiter behind him to bring in a case of liquor. "Of course, Mr. Drake. With you taking such good care of me and even sending me women, I must show you some respect," Trevon replied, his tone more subdued. The woman on the couch tightened her grip over her face. Bridger's lips curled into a faint smile, "As long as you're having fun, Trevon." As Bridger exited the room, Callie closed her eyes in despair. She hadn’t expected this to be his turf. His look suggested that he had clearly recognized her, but he hadn't spoken up, likely out of caution regarding Trevon, or perhaps, he simply didn’t want t