Chapter  43

THIRD POV

Michael and Owen made their way back to the club's main hall.

Their look now was a big contrast to how they had entered earlier.

They had totally emerged as whole new creatures.

"I can’t believe it man. This really changes everything,"

Michael had said, his voice still sounding doubtful in a way.

Owen leaned back in his chair and shot Michael a playful smirk.

"See? The way is clear for you now. I’d start calling you ‘brother-in-law from tonight."

He teased, raising his palm in a mock salute.

Michael laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"How is this even possible?”

As they continued their banter, Owen’s eyes darted around the room, half-heartedly looking around for any trace of James.

There was no sign of him; he must have hurried home since then.

The crowd was even thicker now, and the music thundered through the club, making it impossible to hear anything except the beat.

Suddenly, Michael felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, the sensation jolting him forward.