Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love novel Chapter 605

"Maybe I've been aware of your so-called lead for quite some time now."

Otto replied with confidence, sneering, "That's impossible."

While Fairlight may hold some influence in the business world, it lacked Duskfall’s extensive reach and connections. The only organization that could rival Duskfall was Imperium. Joseph may have sought the assistance of someone affiliated with Imperium for tracking and investigation.

The nature of Imperium was akin to Duskfall. Though Imperium was a relatively new organization established just two years ago, it had grown rapidly.

"Tsk." Joseph settled into the plush leather sofa, casually swirling the wine in his glass. He unbuttoned his suit jacket, revealing a sleek black silk shirt that accentuated his handsome yet dangerous demeanor. "Whatever Duskfall uncovers, I’m capable of discovering as well."

"Do you think I’d believe you?"

"Whether you believe me or not is entirely up to you," Joseph replied, motioning for Otto to come closer. "But I have something to share with you today as well."

A hint of curiosity flickered across Otto's face as he leaned forward, unable to resist his intrigue.

"If there ever comes a day when you can no longer sustain yourself in Duskfall, remember that you can come to me."

"Huh?" Otto was, after all, the CEO of Briarlake. Could he really be looked down upon so easily? And resort to Fairlight for handouts?

Joseph met Otto's puzzled gaze and spoke in a hushed tone audible to only the two of them. "Do you truly believe that you're an orphan?"

Otto's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

With a faint smile, Joseph chose to end the conversation at that pivotal moment. Otto refrained from further questioning, but his shrewd eyes fixated intently on Joseph, attempting to unravel the truth of his words.

"If you desire the answers, you know where to find me." With those parting words, Joseph exited the room with Vince and Lucas in tow.

For a long while, Otto sat on the sofa in silence. Gradually, his senses returned, and a trace of disdain crept into his eyes. He contemplated, ‘Even if I’m not an orphan, what difference does it make? Even if my parents are alive, what significance does it hold? We’d be nothing more than strangers bound by blood.’

*