Chapter 124

Karl nudged Wyatt's chin up with the tip of his shoe, tilting his head slightly. "Whatever, let's just move on to the next plan. Seems like you're not totally useless after all." "Yes, yes, I'm useful! Keep me around, I'll do whatever you need!" Wyatt looked pathetic, groveling like a kicked dog. All pride gone—he just wanted to stay alive. Karl lowered his foot. The man in the suit pulled out a pristine white handkerchief and wiped his shoe clean. "Jimmy, give it to him." Karl motioned with his hand. The suited man instantly stepped back. Once known for always wearing a baseball cap, the man now dressed sharp in a tailored suit. He handed Wyatt a tiny glass bottle with a clear liquid inside. "Later, when the families from Bennette and Channing get together at Sky Lounge, pour this into their drinks," he said flatly. Wyatt stared at the bottle, eyes darting in alarm, his spine stiffened with dread. "This…" Karl gave a lazy smile. "Jimmy, take him away." Without hesitation, the man yank