I Can Spend A Billion A Day

Drake's hands were sweaty, and his eyes remained glued to his phone. He messaged his men for the fifth time, anxiously checking their location.

"Any updates?" he asked.

"We're still on the move, sir," his hired men replied.

Drake clicked his tongue, his patience running thin. He desperately wanted to keep an eye on them using the "Otherworldly CCTV" item on the tribute system, but it required specific location details to function.

"Why are they taking so long? Should I go out too?" he wondered, but the memory of the danger he faced at the Navi hotel kept him in his penthouse.

"Boss, they've booked a flight," his men reported.

"To where?”

"Canman."

Drake scowled. The only people he knew who might want him dead were the folks at Bellrox Corp. Besides them, he couldn't think of anyone holding a grudge against him or wishing him harm.