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"Yes, Boss? How’s your visit to the ntal hospital with Kate? Is everything going well?" Michael asked as he picked up the call.
"Not good," Henry replied. "Everything went wrong, and I must take a preemptive asure right now. Let’s et in the Golden Sand Club in about an hour.
Michael felt the pressure imdiately.
Golden Sand Club was one of the beach clubs that Henry developed himself. It was a bustling club with tons of visitors each day, but it also served as Henry’s safe space if he needed to et with Michael regarding his plan.
"I knew it was a bad idea to let her et your mother," Michael muttered. "But let’s find a way to salvage this. I’ll be there in an hour."
"Good."
Beep.
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Michael sighed.
"This is why I told him not to give Kate so empty promises. She is not with him for money. You can’t just feed her with a comfortable life and call it a day," Michael complained. He had already told Henry not to do it, but he was stubborn.
On top of that, he could not say no regarding Kate’s request.
"Alright, ti to clean up so ss, I guess," Michael grabbed his car key and left his office.
He told a few staff to take over because he’d have a eting and then went down with the elevator.
As he paced through the lobby, he bumped into Mai who had just arrived after taking care of Mrs. Woods.
"Ah—"
"You—"
They stared at each other for a while.
Michael and Mai had been in such a good relationship these days. After their mission to record Matt’s blackmail, Mai realized that Michael was indeed a professional and a gentleman despite his brutish appearance.
They even planned another date, no mission, no work.
Just a date.
Unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to go on a date yet because they were so busy in the office with Mrs. Woods and Mr. Grant having their problems.
"Bunny—"
"Michael, where are you going?" Mai asked. She tilted her head as she noticed that he was bringing his briefcase and also the car key, so he definitely would go sowhere even though it was still office hours. "Do you have a eting sowhere?"
"Y—Yeah—"Michael dodged Mai’s eyes. He might be mocking Henry for being powerless in front of Kate.
But he was no different.
For so reason, his body gestures beca so stiff and unnatural around Mai, so he couldn’t just lie in front of her since she could read him well.
"Really?" Mai frowned. "I read the schedule today, and there is no eting."
"I have a eting with Mr. Grant. It’s urgent," Michael said. "I’m in a hurry, I—I’ll see you later, Mai."
"Mr. Grant?!" Mai’s eyes widened. She grabbed Michael’s arm as he walked past her. "Wait, Michael, I want you to tell Mr. Grant."
Michael looked over his shoulder and stared at Mai silently, waiting for her to speak more.
"You see... I’ve been taking care of Mrs. Woods today. She seed to be sad after visiting Mr. Grant’s mother. So, can you ask him if everything is alright? At least tell him that Mrs. Woods has been thinking about him nonstop. Maybe that would help."
Michael didn’t know what was happening in the ntal hospital either, but he knew that it wasn’t good.
So he nodded, "I’ll tell him. Don’t worry."
With that, Mai allowed Michael to go and sighed as she returned to the office, "I hope everything is alright. Mrs. Woods had it so bad before she t with Mr. Grant. I don’t know what will happen if he is not a good man."
**
It took exactly an hour for Michael to drive his car to the Golden Sand Club.
He parked his car in the VIP section and saw his boss’ car already neatly parked there.
He asked the security guard, who knew them well, "Where is our Boss?"
"He’s inside, Sir," the security guard replied. "He seed in a bad mood, but when I asked if everything was right, he only gave a short, sharp glare. So I didn’t dare to ask more."
Michael sighed, "This is more serious than I thought."
Michael entered the club and headed straight to the special room for Henry. He saw that the door was opened and walked in with a tray full of various booze.
Michael gritted his teeth and rushed inside. He saw Michael sitting on a sofa, with two more hostesses pouring drinks for him.
Everyone’s attention was on Michael the mont he barged in. Of course, all the hostesses knew about his identity. He was Henry’s right-hand man.
He would usually watch in silence as Henry drank his worry through, but not this ti.
"All of you, leave now," Michael said.
The hostesses were hesitant, they looked at Mr. Grant, waiting for his order, and Henry nodded, "Fine, you girls can leave now."
The hostesses left the room and closed the door, knowing that Henry and Michael probably had an important topic to talk about.
Henry sighed and rolled his eyes, "You really have to co at the worst ti possible. You should’ve waited about three hours until I was relaxed enough to talk."
Michael crossed his arms. He was usually poker-faced over everything that Henry did. But not this ti because Henry couldn’t escape his problems.
"Do you really want to drink over your problems like this? What’d Kate think when she sees you being surrounded by hostesses?"
"I didn’t do anything to them. I just told them to pour drinks. Do you expect to bring the hosts instead of the hostesses? Co on, Michael, live a little," Henry scoffed as he tried to defend himself. "The situation is severe, Michael. I want to relax a little before talking to you."
Henry grabbed the glass before him and was about to go for a bottoms-up, but Michael quickly snatched the glass from him.
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