After checking the progress of the two construction projects, Arlan and the other two returned to Catanduanes to pick up Terrence.
It was already 7:15 in the evening when they arrived. Terrence and a few young people were already there waiting for them.
Looking at the people behind Terrence, Arlan was surprised to see a familiar figure among the group.
"Owen!"
"Arlan, how are you?" Owen grinned when he saw Arlan's stunned expression.
Arlan laughed heartily as he bumped fists with Owen. "I'm good, buddy! I heard from Terrence that you will be playing for the local pro league next week. Congratulations!"
Owen chuckled at his words, but then he sighed bitterly while looking at Terrence. "It's nothing compared to Terrence. From what I heard, he would be the 17th pick in this year's NBA draft."
Terrence grabbed his shoulder as he said. "Enough about me. Let's go somewhere fun tonight."