CHAPTER 18

As Alex arrived at the venue, the sun had fully set, casting a dusky glow over the surroundings and making it difficult to distinguish details. Still inside the car, he reached for his phone and dialed Mr. Lawrence's number. He needed to know where he was seated in the crowded venue.

After a brief conversation, Alex stepped out of the car and locked it behind him. He glanced around, trying to match the description Mr. Lawrence had given him. With a few determined strides, he made his way through the gathering, scanning faces until he spotted Mr. Lawrence.

Mr. Lawrence was seated at a table near the entrance, his face partially illuminated by the dim light. Alex approached him, a sense of purpose guiding his steps. As he drew closer, he could see Mr. Lawrence's expression change from one of anticipation to recognition.

"Mr. Lawrence," Alex greeted him, extending a hand. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

Mr. Lawrence rose from his seat, returning the handshake. "It's not a problem