072. The Intruder

POV LEO

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DING!

"Oh, you finally came."

My big brother's voice greeted me as soon as I entered the bar I used to own, which was the first place Jeanne and I met.

I approached my brother who was sitting in front of the bar counter. My eyes glanced at his slightly flushed face and then turned to the cocktail glass that was half full.

"Martini?" I called out the name of the cocktail in his glass, "How much did you drink?"

I don't know how many glasses he had downed to make his face a little red. From what I know, Owen has a pretty good tolerance for alcohol.

"This is my third glass," he said as he grinned at me, "Why don't you sit here and start chatting with me over a few cocktails, little brother?"

Hearing Owen's words, I let out a long sigh as I closed my eyes. I tried not to hit him over the head with the whisky bottle there.

"I came here because I thought you had something important to talk about," I said, "If you don't have anything important to talk about, then I'll go see my