"Fine, I won't call you by your name," he said nonchalantly. "You're here now, Sunnybaby, come over and have a drink."
Sunnybaby felt like smacking his dumb head.
"Has Henry come?"
"He has."
"Which room?"
"Apt 802."
Juan Morris led the way, and Rae followed him to Apt 802.
As soon as she entered, someone whistled at her.
"Second Master," it was Young Master Harrington, sounding irreverent as hell, "where did you dig up this chick?"
Young Master Harrington, Archie Harrington by full name, was the fourth in his family. The Harringtons had a prestigious standing in Osla, and Archie was the epitome of a prodigal. Juan Morris could also be considered one, but his indulgences were in wining and dining, whereas Archie had a passion for fast cars and beautiful women.
"Scram, scram, scram," Juan Morris was protective as a hen with chicks, "keep your eyes proper."
