Chapter 91

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Atkins had been tailing Thurlow's car, and as soon as the man stepped out of his car, he followed suit, discreetly. What he was confused about was the reason why a businessman like him would prefer to do business in such an isolated, creepy joint. A place where someone could easily go missing.

Thurlow sighted Mr. Blackbell from afar and smiled, inwardly.

"Mr. Blackwell, please have a seat." Thurlow offered.

Blackwell drew back a chair and sat down. He signalled his men to wait outside for privacy purposes. Thurlow did the same and when they were all gone only the guard holding onto his briefcase remained.

Atkins was already disappointed since the atmosphere seemed promising. He almost wanted to back down but he'd already come so far. He found a good location and started videoing them.

"Mr. Thurlow. You never told me the reason for this meeting. However, I've got to point out to you that if it's still about my old site then you should know it's all history. I haven't changed