Capítulo 849: It will be me, no one else.

Meanwhile…

Jonathan outlined the rim of the glass with his fingertip, seated alone at a bar counter. The jazz music had been filling his ears, but his expression would tell anyone he was far from enjoying the calm ambiance of the bar. 

Just then, a person sat on the stool beside him, sliding an envelope toward him. Jonathan glanced at the envelope before slowly lifting his eyes to the man seated next to him.

"What you're requesting is impossible at the moment," the man said quietly, signaling the bartender for a drink. After a second, the bartender served him a glass of Scotch, which he casually grabbed and took a mouthful of.

"Impossible?" Jonathan raised an eyebrow at the man, who seemed intent on saying nothing more. "And why is it impossible?"