3 a.m.
The two were already drunk at a late-night snack bar.
Especially Kane Keating, under Doyle Paxton's shower of compliments, drinking cup after cup, his usual tolerance for alcohol quite mediocre, he was now dizzy, and his speech began to slur.
Sensing the right moment.
Doyle Paxton glanced towards the door.
It was just a blink of an eye.
A lackey came running in, panting heavily.
"Boss, we found it, found it..."
Doyle Paxton frowned and asked, "What did you find?"
"We found out the identity of the woman beside Dirk Carter, look, I even brought a photo..."
The lackey pulled out a photo and presented it to Doyle Paxton.
Before Doyle Paxton could take it.
Kane Keating snatched it away.
It was a picture of Thea Sykes, youthful and beautiful, obviously a top-tier beauty.
"How did you find it?"
Doyle Paxton asked.
