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?”

him at the side of his eye. He lifted his

fawning smile and sat straight

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

in Jangasas like a good boy. He basically would not go to Centrolis, let alone what happened today, that he

happened, Oliver would

lips, hesitating. “I dare ask if Mr.

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

“Just… asking.”

he’s not at the Hamertons,” Matthew said casually. “Why would he stay in one place for long? With his father’s blessings, nobody can

hard. “Is he in

charity for your company? I heard that he’s gone to Chaiseland lately. He’s at his grandfather’s house

“Melorian?”

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

the more doubtful he was. He said softly after a

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