In an elegant restaurant.

As soon as Jeremy and Wilson walked in, the restaurant owner greeted them with a smile. He bowed and said, "Mr. Sherman, I am very sorry. The entire second and third floors have been booked. Would you mind moving over to the fourth floor?"

Jeremy frowned. His eyes gave off a sinister glare. Glancing at Wilson, he stopped in his tracks and began to slowly light a cigarette. He took one breath after another, and his eyelids narrowed so deeply that wrinkles appeared.

Wilson understood his boss' expression and walked over to the restaurant owner. He had a wicked smile on his face. "Hey, tell me,...