Meanwhile, at the Summerset club, Jackson was waiting in the exclusive private room.
He had a regal bearing as he lounged on the couch, dressed in an expensive custom-made suit. Ever since his arrival at the club, he had not been able to put his phone down. At that moment, Dylan's call came in again.
Although Simpson and Robert were short of one player for their poker game, they dared not bother Jackson. Instead, they decided to pass their time by stacking cards. Eventually, Simpson got bored of it and knocked his house of cards down. "What's wrong with my brother? He wanted to meet us here, and he still hasn't shown up."
Robert glanced at this watch and got up to take his coat. "I have to leave now. I still have some work to do."
"Are you sure? How can you leave when Jacks is still here?" Simpson asked as he stole a glance at a very preoccupied Jackson.
Robert merely shrugged and left.
"Oh, come on!"
