115 Estas Muerto

In another part of the vulture, smiles and laughter filled a room. A group of three old people were sitting in front of a young man, holding a cup of wine in their hands, spouting sweet words of praise toward the young man. Behind the young man were three hefty men with a cold, detached look. The young man tried to look so indifferent toward the flattering, but the glow in his eyes gives him away. 

"Mr. Wilson, what should we do with that girl?" with a glamorous smile Havid asked.

"Hold her in custody for two more days. If no one came for her. You can do anything you want with her. I can't bother myself bringing her back to HQ." Wilson responded, not looking at Havid.

"That makes sense. We will surely follow your advice." Happy House had a beautiful smile on her cherry lips. She winked at Wilson. Seeing this, it did not surprise Havid and Vulture for the past two days. They had seen how shameless Happy House could do. And this was nothing out of it.