Chapter 772
Briggs saw right through him but didn’t call it out.

He hadn’t dragged Bonian here to drink—there was another play.

He eyed the bag beside him. “Bro, you bring the cash?”

“Course I did. You never ask for money—how could I say no?” Bonian handed over the bag. “100,000 dollars, fresh from the bank. Exact count. If your grandma needs more, hit me up.”

“No need to talk loans. Pay me back if you can, or don’t sweat it.”

Briggs gripped the bag, hesitating.

Unzip it, and there’s no turning back.