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?”

side of his

and sat straight

like he was indulging. He was arrogant toward Oliver. Apart from the honor of being

would not go to Centrolis,

had happened, Oliver would not bother

ask if Mr. Z… has been staying

and looked

“Just… asking.”

in one place for long? With his father’s blessings, nobody can do anything about him wandering the

“Is

is he doing in Jangasas? To do charity for your company? I heard that he’s gone to Chaiseland

“Melorian?”

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

the more doubtful he was. He said softly after a moment of silence, “I think I

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