Chapter 39

"Did I get it right?" Sean chuckled, his eyes, the color of peach blossoms, unable to conceal the wit beaming within.

Cedric frowned in displeasure. 'It's just a guess, but how could he be so accurate?'

"Don't give me that look. If you want to know how I figured it out, come to Crimson Bar. This month's turnover hasn't even reached half of what I expected," Sean explained.

Originally, he had contemplated which friend to invite to boost this month's revenue, but now, someone had come to his door voluntarily.

"Behave yourself." Cedric snorted disdainfully, started the car, and headed toward Crimson Bar.

In under five minutes, the Rolls-Royce was parked outside the bar.

"Boss, Mr. Carlson." Upon seeing the two men getting out of the car, the receptionist at the door immediately bowed at a 90-degree angle.

Sean threw the car keys over. "Keep an eye on Mr. Carlson's car and bring two bottles of our most expensive wine to the private room. Charge it to his account."

"Yes, sir," the r