Chapter 587 Secret Investigation
Adrian grabbed her fingers with one hand and pulled Natalie close with the other.
"Look, I know my time's super valuable, but I just wanna spend your birthday with you," Adrian said, his eyes all soft and mushy. He scooped Natalie up. "So, let's make this time count and do something meaningful."
Natalie's pink hair fluttered in the sea breeze, and she smiled like she was in a dream.
Adrian looked at her, totally mesmerized by how stunning she was.
He was hooked; he couldn't imagine a life without Natalie.
For the first time, Adrian felt this crazy strong need to have a woman all to himself.
Any guy who even got close to Natalie infuriated him.
Natalie was his, and his alone.
By midnight, Blue Bar was buzzing.
Blue Bar was tucked away on a street behind Vachilit High School No. 13.
The street was lit up like a Christmas tree.
Even though Blue Bar's sign looked ancient, it was a hot spot, and the owner, Yancy, was a total enigma.
All everyone knew was that four years ago, this bar just popped up outta nowhere.
Yancy's background was a mystery, and he could throw down. When some gangsters tried to shake him down for protection money, Yancy took on six big dudes by himself.
Those six guys got wrecked, while Yancy walked away with just a few scratches.
After that, no gang dared to mess with Yancy again.
There were a bunch of gangs on this street, most with some serious backing, and they all talked about a guy named Frankie Santoro. Even though there were some scuffles, Yancy never broke the street's rules and made sure to check in with Frankie every year.
Frankie, in his forties, had this classy look with long hair. If one didn't know him, they'd think he was some artsy film director or a college professor. He talked real polite, unlike his goons who swore like sailors. But actually, his methods were brutal, and just hearing his name made people in the underworld shiver.
Blue Bar was on a street that was both brightly lit and mysteriously dark.
Right across from it was the fancy and flashy Imperial Nightclub.
Frankie was puffing on a cigar in a private room at the Imperial Nightclub, eyeing a young guy in front of him. "Mr. Duncan, just spit it out."
Carlos didn't waste any time. "I need to dig up some dirt on your guy Kent, but he's clammed up, probably got paid to keep quiet. I need you to get him to spill, Mr. Santoro."
Frankie said, "That's it?"
Carlos replied, "Mr. Santoro, you know me. I don't beat around the bush."
Frankie looked up.
One of his guys leaned in. "Boss, I'll get Kent right away."
Frankie nodded. "Yeah, hurry up. Don't keep Carlos waiting."
The guy nodded and took off.
Kent was losing at poker in a club, three games in a row, and he was in a foul mood when his phone rang. He answered gruffly, "Yeah, what?"
When he heard the voice on the other end, his tone flipped. "Oh, Yancy, what's up? Mr. Santoro wants to see me? I'm on my way."
After hanging up, Kent had one of his guys drive him over.
On the way, Kent was scratching his head. What did Frankie want with him?
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