Jamal accepted it with a satisfied nod, swirling the wine before taking a slow sip while Manson settled on his seat.
"So," he continued, "you mentioned in the group chat that we're flying to Seoul this weekend for the exhibition."
"Yeah," Manson replied, "is there a problem?"
"Yes, I need you to delay sending the invitations. Give me two days."
"… Because of Luciano?"
Jamal sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah, I want to figure out the most efficient way to dispose of him."
Manson lifted a brow.
"For good?"
Jamel burst into laughter.
"Ahh—!"
His face twisted in pain at the same time he clutched his chest.
Manson's eyes widened in shock.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Jamel waved him off, still grimacing. "Luciano stabbed me."
"What!"
Jamel scoffed.
"Luciano was just being crazy; I mistakenly called Jay during my orgasm, and it pissed him off. Before I could explain myself, he stabbed me with my fountain pen."
