Chapter 184

At ten thousand meters above ground, two refined men sat across from each other, each holding a glass of red wine. Karl had a faint, wry smile on his lips. "Never thought I'd be sitting here drinking with you instead of exchanging death glares." Tristan lounged back in his seat, legs casually crossed. "I used to think I hated you to the bone. But when you told me to pick up Megan, I realized... all that hate just disappeared. Even though you did poison me with that damn worm and made life hell." Karl gently placed his wine glass on the table, turning to gaze out the window at the endless clouds. "As long as you treat her well, that's enough." "My woman's always the center of my world." Tristan's gaze followed, the sky a pure blue, clouds soft and undisturbed—like they were far from all the grime, the evil, the filth of this world. For a while, neither of them spoke. Then Karl said evenly, "If things go south on this mission, I'll get you out of there." Tristan looked over at him. Karl