If not for having to go with a cleaner image, Charles would still have preferred to dress up like a gangster, wearing a big gold necklace and gold watch.

Sean and Charles were sitting in the huge luxuriously-decorated private room right now.

A row of beautiful waitresses stood beside them.

All these beauties, with their good looks, were definitely goddesses sought after by countless people in the outside world.

However, they were all respectful here. They stood and obediently waited for instructions from Sean and Charles to come at any minute, just like a servant.

“Mr. Larson isn’t around?” Sean asked as he frowned slightly and looked at Charles.

“Ahem, Mr. Lennon…

Charles let out a light cough and said, "Actually, I’m the one who needs some help from you today.

"Mr. Larson has something he’s busy with, so he didn't come over..."

After hearing what Charles had said, Sean took a look at him before slowly looking away.

He already knew what Charles was talking about.

"Go ahead,