“Shush!" Jocelyn shut her up by pressing a finger to Lauren's mouth.

"Let's take this secret to our graves. The only account you are to tell is that you saved Mitchel's life, got it?"

Lauren nodded. She didn't utter another word.

Late at night.

Mitchel went straight to the bar to meet Luis after leaving the hospital.

Once seated, he helped himself to a full glass of bourbon and gulped it down without saying a word.

He sighed exasperatedly and leaned back against the sofa. His Long arm dangled behind the sofa and his legs were stretched before him.

His shirt was partially buttoned up and a little ruffled, but he still looked charming.

"What's up? We are here to welcome Jarrod back. Why did you drink a full glass like that?"

As Luis spoke, he poured Mitchel another glass and then raised his own glass for a toast.

“Come on, let's cheer to Jarrod's return. To new beginnings and greater heights!"

A man who had single-edged eyelids was seated on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth. His hair was short while the outline of his face was smooth and firm. There was a scar that extended from his forehead to the end of his eyebrows.

It wasn't ugly at all, but it made him look a bit wild and aloof.

Mitchel also picked up the glass, and the three of them bottomed up together.

Luis smiled.

"Jarrod, you really shook the world within a short time.

It has been three years, and no one ever expected that the Schultz family would be able to survive that disaster. Those old bastards who had set you up are all scared to death now. They are discarding their shares for cheap in preparation to flee."

After taking a long drag and puffing out smoke, Jarrod said menacingly, “I won't let them run away this time."

He came back to get his lick back on all those who destroyed his family.

If someone else had said such words, Luis would have called their bluff.