Meanwhile…
"If there's a time in the future when I can be your enemy again, I'll see to it I'll take my time slicing your necks. I'll frame them all on my wall of shame, writing your name with your blood," Primo grumbled through his gritted teeth. "Trust me. That's the wish I'm gonna make if ever I came across with the genie."
Moose arched a brow as he glanced at the man walking beside him. "I'll keep that in mind."
Primo didn't even glance at him as they walked into the bank. As soon as they opened the door, both of them carried their smiles as the bank manager welcomed them.
"Good Afternoon, Attorney Cafre," welcomed the bank manager, shaking Primo's hands tightly. "I received your call last night, and we're very pleased to hear from you."
"I'm also glad you accepted our request on short notice." Primo released the bank manager's hands and then motioned it to Moose. "This is my client, Mr. Zhu."
