Shortly after, the coffee was served. Latrell personally poured Jacob a cup.
"Do try it, Mr. Sullen."
He gestured for the man to go ahead and sample the coffee, trying his best to remain calm.
I can't give the game away at such a time!
"Thank you, Old Mr. Dean."
After thanking him, Jacob picked up the cup and took a sip.
"Not bad, but I don't know much about coffee," Jacob admitted in slight mortification.
"Haha, I'm no expert either. Since it's not bad, drink more," Latrell boomed with a chuckle.
Picking up the cup, Jacob downed it all.
At that moment, Latrell breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. Harrison drank alongside Jacob, but Latrell didn't bother stopping him. He had the antidote, so it didn't matter, even if his son drank it.
In no time, they had drunk and eaten. Feeling that it was almost time, Jacob stood up to leave.
