Chapter 217

Archer's whistling stopped abruptly as he saw Omar's group approaching him with dark, menacing expressions on their faces.

Archer knew they were up to no good and slowly stood up from the bench, his casual demeanor dropping. He regretted not staying back in with Liam.

"Omar," Archer acknowledged with a nod, his gaze sharp and unflinching.

"Archer," Omar replied, motioning for his men to step back. "Got something to say?"

Archer raised an eyebrow. "Seems like you're the one who wants to talk. Go on, then. Say your piece."

Omar stepped forward, keeping a small distance between them. "How'd you get to the Sheikh? Seems like you've been making moves behind our backs."

Archer tilted his head slightly, his eyes locked onto Omar's. "What kind of man do you think I am? All I had to do was tell the Sheikh to call his hunting dogs off me or face the consequences. It's a simple request."

Omar scoffed, a grin spreading across his face. "Is that what you think? That it was just that easy? Let me