Chapter 88

"Are you sure he'd show?" Perry asked, Richie pushing his chin up. "You know he has been curled up in his cave. He doesn't even go to work and he's a workaholic. Why would you go to work every day when you are that rich?" He scuffed and raised his face to Richie in an anticipant stare.

"Shut your mouth and quit whining," Richie screwed his face. "How does your wife up with you?"

"She doesn't," Perry muttered, pale-faced as he held his gaze at Richie.

"He would not refuse my invitation," Richie said, with a proud smile on his face. "No one refuses the Prince," he lifted his hands in the air and his smile grew wider. He turned his face away as his smile suddenly sank to sneer. "No one but a grumpy old man that I happen to know," he rolled his eyes and bobbed his head. "If only you listen to me, our company would still be at the top but you always stubborn old brain brand with faded colors, and now you are back to me to fix it, like always. What would you do without me?"

"Look younger,"