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At exactly 7 pm, Bryce set out in his car dressed in a black hoodie that covered his face and matching joggers with a box of money in the back seat. The lady on the phone had not specified if they needed money, but from his experience, he knew that all she needed was money.

He refused to tell his guards his whereabouts, as he raced out of his mansion.

The sky was already dark for the time the clock told. Maybe it was because of the heavy downpour that some hours back. Either way, the weather, and atmosphere were not friendly to him.

The oak building was not far from where he stayed, and thirty minutes later, he was already at the venue.

The person had specified in meeting him at the back of the oaks house.

But at the back was a clubhouse, more like a lounge.

Why would someone want to meet with him at a club?

The blaring music from the club could already reach Bryce's ears even before he arrived there.

Cars were not many in the parking lot and he could even count the number of ca