Larry took a seat and gestured to the manager, instructing firmly, "No one enters without my permission."

Once the door closed, Felix said, "I assume you've figured things out, Mr. Laird?"

Larry nodded. "I'd be a fool not to. When I see you dining with Wendy right after Vincent's call, it's not hard to connect the dots."

His gesture with the expensive drinks was clearly an attempt to smooth things over after rejecting Vincent's request. It was obvious that Larry was a real people-pleaser.

Felix said, "Alright. Let's just get straight to the point. I need you to relocate that grave. I only need access to the back garden for a week, and after that, you can do whatever you want with it."

Larry seemed troubled. "Mr. Zeller, seeing how Wendy respects you, I know you're no ordinary person. But that grave means a lot to me, and there's a precious family heirloom buried beneath it. I simply can't agree to this."

Larry assumed Felix had somehow learned about the family heirloom and wa