Chapter 7 · free to read
Nobody signs anything at midnight in a noodle stall. They did.
Four names on a napkin. It was, technically, a legal document. Khru Sunan said so later, and she was not entirely joking.
ARTHIT WONGSAWAT. JIRA PETCHSUK. NOTT SRICHAROEN. MEEN RATTANAPORN. Heat one, the fourteenth of next month.
They had signed. Neither of them had said the word partner, and neither of them was going to.
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