Chapter 89

Charlie

"They were right about this hotel, Charlie," Alex said, slicing into his steak with precision. "It's the best in Wisconsin." His gaze drifted to mine as I sat across from him. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

"Maybe I should build a hotel here." He mused, his tone casual. "It would be bigger and better." He said, his smile spreading slowly. "Like the best in Wisconsin."

His eyes closed as he took a bite of his steak, chewing slowly, savouring the taste.

"I think it's worth considering. It would be a good investment."

He nodded.

"I already own a club here," I added.

"Hmm, this is a really good steak," he said, holding out his fork. "You sure you don't want to try it?"

I scoffed, waving my hand. "No, I don't eat steak for dinner."

"Look man, I know you said you can't do anything regarding Amelia."

"Stop, stop. Can we please just eat?"

"Fine. Did you ask your girlfriend to come?" he asked.

"I'm sure she's swamped," I said, trying to deflect. "Receptionists have a heavy work