"Mr. Brian, you lost." Anton Cook took off his sunglasses, a look of satisfaction spread over his young and handsome face.
Kelly Martinez shrugged: "Alright, fair is fair, what do you want me to do? But just know, it can't be unlawful or against my personal principles."
Anton Cook curved his lips: "I haven't decided yet. I'll keep it as credit."
He stepped on the gas pedal, and the car merged back into traffic, disappearing among the sea of vehicles.
Kelly Martinez clicked his tongue, "I'm getting old, no longer have the stamina to keep up with youngsters."
Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Kelly glanced at it and picked up.
"Brian, when will you come back? I've been calling you for days and you never answered. I thought something had happened to you. I almost called the police." A coquettish voice came from the other end, enough to make anyone's bones go soft.
