At the penthouse office of the Domom SPA.
Baron sat on the office chair and pointed at the sofa inside. “Sit!”
Only then did Jerome sit down. Everything that had happened yesterday at the Dynasty was etched into his brain.
The young man before him was someone who could play around with gunslingers bare-handed. If he wanted him dead, it would be ridiculously easy. There was no thought of revenge in his mind.
Not before he met anyone on Baron’s level, that was.
“Speak!”
Baron looked at the quivering Jerome and said.
“I can pull some strings and get you a talk with them, Mr. Owen. But whether or not I can succeed is no guarantee,” Jerome stated.
“What? It’s that difficult to see them?” Baron snorted.
Jerome hurriedly clarified, “You know full well how big this thing is, Mr. Owen. The moment the cat’s out of the bag, It’ll be trouble for both sides of the partnership. It’s understandable how cautious they are.”
Baron understood that as well. The driver who’d shipped the girls without being sure of what cargo he was hauling was proof enough of that fact.
His opponents were careful, and what had happened the other day would probably draw their attention. They were probably investigating right now.
“Fine. Then introduce me. Leave the time and place up to them,” Baron said shortly.
Jerome was overjoyed. That was the best outcome.
“Talk to me about these partners of your family. What background do they have?” Baron asked suddenly.
Jerome shook his head, helpless. “I won’t lie. Even as partners of many years, we’re not sure of who they are. Every time, they arrange different vehicles and different drivers to make the deliveries. And every time they make a delivery, a car follows behind. Anything unusual, and he’ll bolt.”
“Then how did you make contact?” Baron pressed.
“This goes back twenty odd years. The Wilson family was just a small clan back then. My father knew a friend who introduced the whole business to him,” Jerome explained.
Baron’s brow furrowed. The cooperation went back that long ago.
If that was the case, this organization was quite something. It’d been twenty years and they were still going strong.
Seems like there was a big fish on the line.
“With all the might of the Wilson family, you couldn’t find out their identity?” Baron’s face sank.
Seeing that Baron didn’t seem to quite believe him, Jerome panicked and hurriedly assured, “I’m telling the truth, Mr. Owen. We investigated but couldn’t find anything!”
Seemed like the Wilson family really wasn’t sure of who they were. But Baron could understand that too. If it had been that easy to turn this whole thing out, that organization couldn’t have survived for over twenty years.
“Hurry up and put me in contact. Tell me when your arrangements are done!”
Baron knew that continuing the interrogation wouldn’t get him anywhere and gave up right away.
“I’m not going to sugarcoat it, Mr. Owen. The Wilson family doesn’t have a means of communicating with them. They contact us every time, so I can’t pull those strings for you right now. The next time they contact me, I’ll mention it to them immediately,” Jerome said.
Baron jolted. The Wilson family didn’t even have a means of contact. This secrecy was a bit too strong, wasn’t it?
“Fine, just notify me when you’re done.”
With that, Baron gave Jerome his number.
“What are you still doing here?”
Baron frowned.
“So, Mr. Owen, when can you sell us the Domom?” Jerome asked cautiously.
“Bring it up to me when you’re done with my task.” Baron’s tone was icy.
No matter how much Jerome resented it, he couldn’t do anything in front of Baron. So he left.
On Tracy’s side, she drove Terry and Sherry into a small, high-end apartment area.
“Dad, you’re renting a place here?” Tracy asked.
She had a trunk in her hand and a handbag around her wrist as she followed Terry forward.
Terry chuckled. “It’s close to the company. I can get a workout just by walking to and from work. Plus, the environment is nice.”
Tracy nodded, agreeing with Terry’s view. The area was a bit old, but the environment was really quite nice.
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