Chapitre 175: Chapter 175: Who The F*ck Is Predator (Part 2)

It was just past 7 p.m. when Don laid in bed, going over some files through Gary Assist. Various prompts and data floated in his augmented reality view. 

Suddenly, the interface shifted, displaying a Caller I.D. prompt: **Gary**.

He tapped to answer, the earbuds in his ears connecting the call seamlessly. Gary's clear, polite voice greeted him. "Evening, sir."

"Evening," Don responded casually.

"I wanted to inform you that everything is ready, sir," Gary continued. "The young madam and I have shortlisted the most suitable places for tonight's…. 'Activities'. May I ask, what hour would you like to begin?"

Don rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Midnight felt right—enough time to prepare, and it would allow him to move under the cover of darkness. "Midnight should be good."

"Understood," Gary replied. "I will send you the pickup location a few minutes beforehand. Have a pleasant evening until then."