18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 189

Three people and a dog stepped out of the car, led by Teddy into the mansion. There was a security checkpoint at the entrance of the mansion, and the three of them, along with the dog, passed through one by one.

As they entered the grand foyer, the sweltering heat outside was instantly replaced by the cool blast of air conditioning.

An overpriced crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, imported marble floors beneath their feet, and a landscape water feature sitting in the middle of the living room, it was like stepping into the lobby of a five-star hotel.

Well, another big shot with a taste for the finer things in life.

“My apologies for keeping you waiting.” A man in his forties, donned in a khaki silk pajama set, sporting gold-rimmed glasses, gracefully descended the spiral staircase.

Good heavens, this wasn't the boss of a base, but a semi-retired chairman of an international company, holding the reins of power yet living a luxurious life of leisure.

Stella couldn't believe that he was the one controlling over 200 members of the nefarious gang.

It went to show you couldn't judge a book by its cover, and the most ferocious wolves loved to dress up in sheep's clothing.

The man, wearing a pair of five-figure Hermès slippers, extended a gentlemanly and scholarly smile, reaching out his hand to Jasper, “Jasper, your reputation precedes you. Quite a few of my men have fallen at your hands.”

Jasper didn't shake his hand, his expression remaining indifferent, “I don't take pleasure in killing, unless it's a matter of life and death.”

The man's smile was unyielding, “I suppose that's my fault for not managing them properly. Now that you're here, Jasper, we look forward to your future assistance.”

“No need for the niceties. I don't meddle in others' affairs.”

“Ha! I can tell Jasper is a man of great potential. In these end times, with your abilities, you're bound to make a name for yourself. We at Silver Asylum need people like you.”

The man walked over to the liquor cabinet and opened a bottle of whiskey, pouring a drink for Jasper, “You can call me Bryce. Here's to our future collaboration.”

Bryce finished his drink in one gulp, “Jasper, your turn.”

Jasper didn't say a word, but finished his drink in one shot as well.

“Excellent, let's put past grudges behind us and welcome you to the Silver Asylum.”

It was as if he had just noticed Stella and the others. He looked surprised and said, “And these are?”

Jasper introduced them one by one, “My woman, my sister, and our dog.”

Bryce’s attention was drawn to the dog, “Jasper, you’ve raised a fine dog. Looks well taken care of.”

“It's not too difficult, dogs aren't like humans. In these times, it can find enough food wherever it goes.”

“It was said that dogs like eating poops, but it doesn't look like it's been eating that. I bet it’s seen its fair share of blood.”

Jasper's expression didn't change, “Yes, it's quite picky. Only eats fresh, steaming legs.”

Bryce was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, “I appreciate a dog with personality. I wonder if you are willing to part with it?”

“The dog has a mind of its own. If it wants to go with you, I won't object.”

“Simple enough. Bring out the fresh, steaming leg.”