The noise coming from Gadi's end was boisterous, with the hypnotic sound of music wafting unpredictably, accompanied by the voices of women and the clinking of glasses.
He must be enjoying himself in a private booth at Golar.
These sounds, transmitted through the phone, instantly sent the fury that the bearded Chairman of the Wealthy Merchants Association had been suppressing to its boiling point.
While they were facing a huge disaster, was he over there having the time of his life with a babe in his arms?
Had the Association been played by Gadi all along?
The bearded Chairman couldn't care less about his usual image and cursed outright, "Why don't you have a clue when I call you? Did you already know that the boy has the backing of the Mayor of Pus City, and you were too scared to mess with him, so you had us take the heat for you? What do we gain by dying for you? Without the Wealthy Merchants Association backing you up, do you think you'd be where you are today?"
