Andrew did not linger long at the Peck estate before heading to his next stop—Aaron's turf.

He tossed the briefcase across the room and got straight to business. "Here's 100 million. Where's the information?"

Aaron was lounging on the couch, getting a leg massage from a curvy woman. He raised a hand to stop his men from checking the case, saying, "No need. If it's coming from Mr. Lloyd, I trust it's legit."

Then, he pulled the pen hanging from his chest pocket and scribbled down a note on a clean sheet of paper. Once he was done, he set the pen down and glanced at Andrew with a meaningful look.

"Mr. Lloyd, I never said a word. Whatever you plan to do has nothing to do with me."

Andrew took the slip, gave it a quick read, then shredded it into pieces. He smiled faintly. "Don't worry. I was never here, and we don't even know each other."

Aaron let out a hearty laugh. "That's what I like about you, Mr. Lloyd. Doing business with you feels refreshing."

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