"Hmpf!" Jeremy scoffed. "A gang lord?" he opened his drawer and took out a cigar. "You weren't very mindful that I was a gang lord when you eagerly asked for my black card…" he looked at her and cut the tip of the cigar with a meaningful glance. He didn't see an ounce of guilt on Emma's face.
As he expected.
"People grow up, Jerry. I will never deny that I accepted your gifts before… But I've learned a lot…" Emma clutched the phone to her chest, with the lens still pointing at Jeremy.
Jeremy heard his phone vibrate and he looked to see a text notification. He lit up a match and started to light up the cigar. He then checked the message.
