"He didn't say. Third Master, are you going?"
On the other end of the line, Ethan Shaw frowned. Ever since Asher Keating and Morgan Sterling had stopped hanging out, this was the first time one had specifically organized a get-together like this. His gut told him it was for nothing good.
"If he has the nerve to invite me, you think I don't have the nerve to go?"
Asher Keating's eyes turned cold. Though he didn't know what Morgan Sterling was planning, the Southwood land deal was already signed and sealed. At this point, there was nothing that required him to tread carefully around Morgan.
"Alright, I'll accept for you then. Zenith Club, seven tonight, Room V888."
"Mm," Asher Keating grunted. Without waiting to see if Ethan Shaw had more to say, he hung up and tossed the phone aside.
Only then did Leah Sinclair dare to speak up. "Third Master, it itches."
Asher Keating rolled over and pinned her down. "It won't itch if you don't move."
