Jasper crossed his legs and looked at Hector, his expression unfazed while the other continued to beg him for mercy.
Beside him, Henry opened a bottle of brandy and poured Jasper a glass.
The sight made Hector shudder.
Within their circle of trust fund babies, one did not pour alcohol for just any other person.
Henry’s actions were a statement that Jasper held a higher position than he did.
Jasper, however, did not think much of it. If anything, Jasper only looked at the glass in distaste.
“I don’t drink brandy.”
Jasper would occasionally sip on red and white wine, but he preferred to keep a respectful distance from foreign alcohol.
Henry pursed his lips. “This bottle costs 160,000. I can’t even afford this normally.”
Jasper smiled. “I didn’t know that there’s alcohol even Mr. Law can’t afford.”
Henry’s expression darkened. “You know very well how my old man likes to control my allowances. Not to mention that my sister refuses to help me financially either. I’m her brother!
“On the topic of alcohol, my old man has two crates of 30-year-old whiskeys from his boss when he came to Swallow Capital 30 years ago. There’s no way he’d let me drink it just like that, but that’s what we had when you came over for dinner those two times.
“I’m sure my old man will say yes if you remind him of it the next time you come over.”
Henry’s eyes shone as he schemed with Jasper, plotting how he could get his hands on his father’s alcohol.
He had no idea that their exchange was causing shivers to run up Jacob, Hector, and Jim’s backs.
‘This old man Henry is speaking of.
‘It has to be Zachary Law, the man of the Law family.’
Henry’s words had given them information that would stun the entire circle of trust fund babies in Swallow City.
Not only was Jasper and Henry close, but the former was someone who could easily walk in and out of their house!
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