Rafael：“Then you better pray. If things go south, I'll leave you a hole in Siberia to dig potatoes.”

Abel：“…”

“Hurry up and clear out the irrelevant personnel downstairs in the café.”

Abel was slow to react but hurriedly replied, “Yes!”

After Abel left, Rafael impatiently loosened his tie and squinted at the distant sky.

His expression remained calm, but his mind was in chaos.

He had already thought about it: if Eileen found out he was Jayden's uncle, should he kneel down with a durian or a keyboard to show his sincerity?

Ten minutes later, he descended to the café.

All the staff inside were replaced with insiders.

Rafael found...