Chapter 87

Damien’s POV

Where were we? Ah, yes…

Damien King has a past.

“Look who’s here!” Lancelot’s voice echoed within the four corners of the living room.

Lancelot was an old friend.

I chuckled, as I already expected him to get the news that I was around in Albany.

His house was just next to my house.

I rose up from the sofa and gave him a handshake.

He preferred handshakes to hugs.

Lancelot was built and muscular, with every inch of a bad boy vibe in him.

He was a father of two, and he was the third richest in Albany.

Who hadn’t heard of Lancelot Gresley?

Yup, it was him!

“Nice to meet you again, man.”

“Really?!” he exclaimed.

One thing about Lancelot is that he would always go for drinks that are low in alcohol content.

Though he was “rough,” he was a perfect gentleman and still is.

He poured himself a glass of wine and also poured me some, walked back to the living room, and rela