Bowen stared at Zach searchingly.
“Commander?”
“He's the friend I told you about. He's the guest I invited today.”
Bowen was dumbfounded.
So Nathan is his good friend? He said he's his guest today, so does that mean I'm not?
Bowen's face paled as he processed what was happening.
Before he could wrap his head around the whole incident, Zach had already approached Nathan, greeting him warmly. “You’re finally here, Nathan. I've been waiting for you to come all this time. We should really have a drink together now that you're here.”
“Of course. Anything for you, brother,” Nathan replied.
When Bowen saw their level of intimacy, he knew he was in grave trouble.
“By the way, Nathan, this is Mr.
Camden. Camden Bowen. Do you know him?”
Nathan looked at Bowen. “Of course.”
Fury flared in Bowen's eyes at
Nathan’s provocative tone. Of course, you know me. How can you not know me after what you did to me?
“That’s great!” Zach butted in.
“Bowen's my old friend. We knew each other since we were kids. We were just catching up in the morning.”
Zach finally turned to the man in the wheelchair. “This is Nathan Cross. He's the God of War. He saved me once and I'm forever indebted to him.”
Zach's words brought everything under broad daylight. At this point, Nathan already figured out that Zach and Bowen were classmates, and that the latter was here today to ask for Zach's help.
As for Bowen, he also had an idea of how solid a friendship Nathan and Zach shared.
Everyone was seated and the meal began.
Zach poured Nathan a drink, looked at him, and then at Bowen. “Here's to lasting friendships!”
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