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

smile and sat

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

boy. He basically would not go

serious had happened, Oliver would not

licked his dry lips, hesitating. “I dare ask if Mr. Z… has been staying in the Hamertons since the

suddenly. He frowned and looked at

“Just… asking.”

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

“Is he in Jangasas,

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

“Melorian?”

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

softly after a moment of silence, “I think I saw him

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