In the opulent confines of his lavishly furnished room within his sprawling mansion, Don Kregg sat at an ornate dining table, the centerpiece adorned with an exquisite arrangement of flowers. The room was dimly lit by a cascading chandelier that cast a warm, golden glow across the space. Crystal glasses sparkled in the candlelight, and silver cutlery lay arranged with precision beside a meticulously set dinner plate.
Don Kregg leaned back in his plush chair. His tailored suit bespoke his affluence and power, a sign to the undeniable success he had achieved through the thriving sales of the Skywalker drug. When the Underworld leader had approached him using a forceful manner, he was reluctant at first but now he is making millions off it, he even believed his men that died during the encounter with the Underworld was worth it.