Eric raised an eyebrow wickedly. "How could it not be safe, baby? You have to trust your man. If I didn't have confidence, wouldn't that mean I'm just here to die?"
"Alright, just be careful!"
"Sure, that guy is here, so I'll hang up now." Eric said with a faint smile, setting his phone aside.
The newcomer was Alvin Torres, the owner of Ten Nights Bar, where Eric had arranged to discuss an acquisition. s
Alvin, a middle-aged man in his forties with a somewhat portly appearance, instantly broke into a wide smile upon seeing Eric. "Mr. Nelson, great to meet you! I never expected to see you in person!"
"Please, have a seat, Mr. Torres!" Eric replied with a slight smile, swirling his drink.
At the bar, a woman was skillfully mixing cocktails.
"Give me a Bloody Mary," Alvin said, his demeanor relaxed and cheerful.
Eric's gaze flickered.
