Marcus was rendered speechless. “Wifey, I thought we’d not be talking about Mr. Z anymore?”

Oliver waited outside Matthew’s private club.

The club was beneath Splendor Mountain. It was very hidden. Apart from the dense broadleaf plants around, there were rows of bodyguards in sunglasses and suits. They were watching expressionlessly.

Someone finally came out after a long wait and invited Oliver in courteously.

Matthew had just finished with his spa. He lay on the soft deck chair with someone kneeling next to him, giving him a massage.

Oliver recognized the smell of the top-grade cigar as soon as he entered.

“Sir, this is… Laroux from Nesarus, right?”

the side of his eye. He

fawning smile and

are you here?” Matthew’s eyes were half closed. He was puffing on the cigar and looked like he was indulging. He was arrogant toward Oliver. Apart from the honor of being born into the Hamertons, he was behaving like that because he had trained Oliver himself. Without him, the latter would not have achieved what he had

good boy. He basically would not go to Centrolis, let alone what happened today,

had happened, Oliver

ask if Mr. Z… has been staying in the Hamertons

opened his eyes suddenly. He frowned and looked at him, confused. “Why are you

“Just… asking.”

said casually. “Why would he stay in one place for long?

hard. “Is he in Jangasas,

for

“Melorian?”

two puffs of the cigar. “I didn’t get to mess with him the last round. Perhaps that brat is scared, so he’s hiding at his grandfather’s place. There happens to be a portion of assets that needs to be handled, so Zephyr is working for him. He’s lucky. Both of his grandfathers love him. That brat gets everything that’s good

he was. He said softly after a moment of silence, “I

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