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?”

his eye. He lifted his chin to get his men to get Oliver a

smile and sat straight

the honor of being born into the Hamertons, he was behaving like that because he had trained Oliver himself. Without him,

He basically would not

had happened, Oliver would not

I…” Oliver licked his dry lips, hesitating. “I dare ask if Mr. Z…

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

“Just… asking.”

Hamertons,” Matthew said casually. “Why would he stay in one place for long? With his father’s blessings, nobody

frowned hard. “Is he

for your company?

“Melorian?”

Matthew took 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

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

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