Since Fat Tony found out that I was the one who smashed his head in the Roman Bar, he unsuccessfully used Leslie to retaliate against me. Could he be impatient now and want to deal directly with me?
Ten minutes later, I saw that the Mitsubishi was heading toward the suburbs. I started to get a little worried and began to ask softly, "Where are we going? I'm no longer an employee of Stratford International, what do you guys want with me?"
"Hmph!" Harold snorted coldly and did not answer me.
I did not dare to say anything else, for fear that he might order his men to beat me up. It was not worth the beating.
The SUV continued northbound and out of the city. About forty minutes later, it entered a construction site.
I was familiar with this place. The original plan was to build Origins P
