Once the blindfold that was used to cover his face was off, Zachary's eyes took some time to adjust to the environment before his gaze landed on the man sitting on a golden chair.
The man stood up and said, "Sorry if my guys treated you roughly; I did tell them to treat you respectfully."
"So you are Don Marcelo." Zachary's words sounded more like a statement rather than a question.
Marcelo chuckled as he replied, "In the flesh."
"And may I know why you have kidnapped me?"
"Kidnapped? You are not tied, nor is there a gun to your head, so you calling this kidnapping is a bit unfair to my hospitality."
"Why am I here?" Zachary asked coldly. He was too tired to entertain an old man's bullshit.
Marcelo frowned and said, "I can see you are not afraid."
