Chapter 17

The soft music greeted Noah upon entering the club that Grayson owned. Just as he expected, the vintage-themed place was already filled with people. He recognized some of them, especially those who were in the big-time businesses, but he completely ignored them and headed to the room exclusively for Grayson to use.

It had been some time since he last visited so he could not wait to hear what his friend had to say. Entering, he found the CEO already drinking whiskey so Noah immediately approached him.

"Tell me already," he said, wanting to know what had pushed the man in front of him to ask for his help. "Are you receiving death threats again?"

Grayson shook his head. He put down his glass and grabbed the documents that his secretary gave him that day. He handed it to Noah.

"I want you to keep me informed about her," he said, piquing Noah's attention even more.

"Her, huh," he merely mumbled before going over the documents.

He thought it had something to do with any of his rivals in bus