“Please don't be alarmed. I will see to it. I'll negotiate a fair price for you.”
Channing gave a nod. "Thank you."
"You are welcome," the Twilight Club manager remarked. “Don't you think it's not worthy,Channing?"
“Not at all. In contrast, I am currently in greater need of the money."
With a groan, the manager said. "All right. I'll take care of this for you as quickly as I can."
With a humming sound, Channing walked off. The manager looked back and noticed a man standing close by. He rushed over and said, "Hello, Mr. Conrad."
With only a white shirt on, Clarence stood composedly, one hand in his pocket. "Why does he need money?" he questioned in a very flat tone, glancing in Channing's direction.
The manager could still clearly recall Channing hitting Clarence, tears streaming d
