?<strong>Chapter 609:</strong>


    For the first time, Can felt a genuine camaraderie with Adrian.


    “Thank you, Mr. Miller.”


    Midway through the meal, Can’s phone buzzed.


    He stepped away to answer, then returned with a concerned look.


    “Mr. Miller, that car followed us into the neighborhood. They’re outside now.”


    Adrian’s face turned steely.


    “Handle it.”


    Joelle picked up on the tension immediately.


    “Leah, take Aurora to another room for a bit.”


    “Alright.”


    Soon, Can returned, bringing in the man from the car. Adrian and Joelle continued eating, unfazed, as if this were a regr urrence.


    “Did the smell of our cooking lure you in?” Joelle looked at their guest with a mocking smile.


    The man’s eyes darted around nervously, shutting his mouth as he realized he’d been caught.


    Adrian looked away coldly.


    “Can!”


    Can quickly grabbed the man’s jaw, preventing any attempt to bite down.


    Joelle set down her fork, her voice cool.


    “Afraid of death but too scared to talk to us?”


    The man finally sneered.


    “You knew all along.”


    Adrian wiped his hands slowly.


    “Wade sent you, didn’t he?”


    The man red defiantly.


    “You’ll get nothing from me!”


    “But you’ve already told us everything!”


    The man eyed them warily.


    “What do you mean?”


    His question hung in the air, unanswered. As a minor character, he wasn’t entitled to exnations.


    Adrian nced at Joelle.


    “Have you had enough?”


    Joelle dabbed at her mouth with a napkin.


    “Yes, I’m done.”


    “Can, bring him over here.”


    The oil in the pan hissed angrily, bubbles of hot fat popping violently.


    The man was not so much afraid of death as he was of torture. As Can—surprisingly robust for his age—dragged him closer to the searing pan, the man’s resolve began to crumble.


    With his hand mere inches from the boiling oil, panic overtook him, and he cried out, “I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”


    Adrian’s sneer was chilling.


    “I was starting to think you were tough.”


    The man’s terror was palpable. He had narrowly escaped horrific pain. The mere thought of it made his stomach churn.


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