"If you get any good 'merchandise,' you have to let my boy get first pick. He's almost thirty..."
Chief Lowe's expression soured. His wife immediately rushed into the courtyard to stop the woman from saying anything more.
"Auntie Mayer! We have guests!"
Startled, Auntie Mayer immediately covered her mouth.
Chief Lowe's wife hurriedly pulled her out of the courtyard.
The courtyard fell silent. Inside the main hall, Renee Jennings and the others exchanged uneasy glances.
Beads of cold sweat formed on Chief Lowe's forehead.
Henry Stark asked casually, "Still selling 'merchandise,' Chief?"
"Ah." Chief Lowe raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. "Just some products for...male enhancement."
"Now that's the good stuff," Kyle Morgan snickered.
Seeing that they didn't seem suspicious, Chief Lowe quietly sighed in relief.
After lunch, Chief Lowe saw them to the door. "Should I have my wife bring dinner over tonight?"
