Honolulu, Hawaii, 4 p.m.
Louis got out of the car and noticed the transformation of Robert's bar and house; it had become larger with decorative lights on the terrace, freshly painted walls, and echoing music from within.
"Wow... Looks like Robert got a lot of money from Charlie, of course... All of this must be Charlie's help," he said admirably, ending with a faint smile. "But from now on, he has to stop taking anything from Charlie... I'll make sure of it!" he asserted, taking a deep breath.
With determination, Louis stepped into the unguarded area of the bar. He was immediately met with a quiet bar; only a few visitors were enjoying their meals and drinks. He glanced at the bartender mixing drinks and a busy female chef in a mini kitchen.
"You dare to show up again, Louis Handerson!"
