Chapter 202
Chapter 202:
Without warning, Kailey ended the call. The dark screen stared back at him, and Kyson could only look at it in silence.
Catching the shift in his expression, Bruno felt uneasy but still spoke up. “Mr. Blake, Mr. Owen and his assistant have been waiting for a long time p>
“Can’t they wait?” Kyson replied.
Words failed Bruno, and he pressed his lips together.
Kyson slid his phone away, his face unreadable. “If he didn’t have patience, he would have left already. Since he’s still here, he can sit there a little longer p>
Understanding the cue, Bruno nodded and opened the door.
As Kyson stepped out, he asked evenly, “It’s only him and the assistant p>
“Yes p>
𝖲𝖺v𝗲 𝘺𝗼𝘂𝗋 𝖿𝗮𝘃𝗈𝗋𝗂𝘁𝖾 ոo𝗏еl𝘴 𝘰𝘯
A quiet scoff escaped him. “That’s either confidence or arrogance p>
Known throughout Jucridge, the club stood out even at night, with guards lined neatly at the entrance and discreet earpieces in place. A female staff member led the way and stopped at a door with a polite gesture. “This way, sir p>
Once the door opened, low lighting spilled across the room, wrapping everything in a hazy atmosphere. From a distance, Kyson spotted a man seated at the center, drink in hand, a girl leaning close beside him.
His arrival brought the scene to a halt. With a quick wave, Ryan dismissed the girl, straightened his jacket, and rose to his feet. “Mr. Blake, it’s been too long p>
A brief look passed over him as Kyson accepted the handshake, tightening his grip for just a moment before letting go. His voice stayed smooth. “Mr. Owen, I’ve heard your name plenty of times p>
One brow lifted as Ryan smiled faintly. He felt it clearly — this wasn’t friendliness. “Our families have quite a connection, though it’s been years since you moved away p>
Taking a seat, Kyson leaned back with ease, one leg crossing over the other, his presence heavy in the room. “Time does pass quickly. Still, you don’t actually know me p>
Ryan replied, “We’re not the same age, and we never shared a school. It makes sense we weren’t close p>
A low laugh escaped Kyson. “That’s not what I was talking about p>
Confusion crossed Ryan’s face. “Then what are you saying p>
Rather than answer, Kyson reached for the glass nearby and took a slow sip. “Let’s skip the small talk. You didn’t call me here just to reminisce. Say what you want p>
Earlier that day, Ryan had reached out three times. The first call came during a meeting and went unanswered. The second interrupted a client dinner and was declined. Only after finishing his last engagement did Kyson finally agree to come. Persistence had brought him here.
At first, Ryan had hoped familiarity might soften the conversation, but now it was obvious Kyson had no intention of being agreeable. Cooperation would not come easily. Lifting his glass, Ryan laughed lightly, though his eyes sharpened. “You already know what we want. I’m curious what you think p>
Stretching his legs out, Kyson remained perfectly relaxed. “What do I think?” A faint smile appeared. “I’ll think about it once I get comfortable p>