85. ANOTHER ONE BECAME HIS VICTIM

The man with the shaved head finally arrived. Arsenio was already standing at the door. He put one hand in his pants pocket. Then walked up to the man with a lopsided smile.

"Fifteen minutes. Not bad," he said with a mocking tone. "You should have gotten here sooner because your son misses his father so much."

"Where's my son?!" The man immediately raised his voice. It didn't matter that he was in a tiger cage though.

Arsenio chuckled, "why don't we talk about this nicely? Maybe a cup of coffee? I'd like to get to know you better, Mr. James."

Arsenio's glance was full of meaning, making the man who was famously Black, raise his guard.

More or less, James had heard of Arsenio's actions in recent times.

"You'd better not mince words. I want to see my son! Where is he, ah? Don't wear out my patience, Arsenio!" he muttered until his face turned red, gray.

"Is, is, is. Look at your face, you don't even look like the owner of a big company? Where is your pride, Mr. James?"

Again Arsenio