C216 Why Aren't You Here Yet??

The voice grated on the ears like a duck's squawk, harsh and jarring.

Westley's curiosity was piqued, and he couldn't resist glancing toward the entrance.

There, he saw a middle-aged bald man clad in a black shirt, a chunky gold chain hanging around his neck, and a menacing look plastered across his face. He strode confidently toward the booth where Isaac and his group were sitting