Chapter 681

Chapter 681

It wasn't long before Gilbert, flanked by his crew, arrived at the designated spot.

As they approached the entrance, someone was already there waiting for them, greeting Gilbert with a respect that could be considered decent. "Mr. Nine, please, this way."

Mr. Nine?

Hearing that nickname, Gilbert paused, giving the man a sharp look, a disdainful scoff curling at the edge of his lips.

Striding forward, he made his way inside.

In the spacious living room, Naylor was lounging on a couch, a coffee table in front of him and a kettle on the stove that hadn't yet boiled.

Hearing footsteps, Naylor looked up to see Gilbert approaching.

Gilbert walked over quickly, stopping to tower over him, visibly impatient, "I'm here! Where's my man?"

Naylor lifted his gaze, seemingly ignoring Gilbert's question, just staring at him intently.

he murmured,

grasp what he was hinting

"I mean..."

still fixed on Gilbert, "You and Francis,

crap!" Gilbert shot him a blank look,

"But,"

Gilbert's harsh tone, Naylor wasn't irritated, maintaining a smile as

like your

voice was calm, but it dropped like a bomb in Gilbert's

body seething with

contain his fury, maintaining a façade of indifference, "Oh, my mother passed

Hmm?

paused, realizing the

the nerve to

bush, his

Gilbert, "You've been parading around as Mr. Gilbert of the Johnson family for over a decade, all thanks to that face you got from Francis. But don't forget, you

room went

locked onto

MS

called 'Nine', he knew Naylor had recognized

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