Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2361

However, he did not even dare to die without the order from the Great Marshal.

As a soldier, it was his duty to obey commands.

Zeke said, “Get up first and we'll talk.”

Riley refused. “Great Marshal, I won't get up unless you promise me.”

To that, Zeke said, “It isn't necessary for you to return to the force in order to serve me.”

Riley looked up at Zeke with a burning gaze and responded, “Great Marshal, is that a promise? I'm willing to do anything you want me to as long as I don't have to be a watchdog here.”

Zeke nodded. “Yes. Recently, Eurasia has been experiencing internal turmoil as well as external threats. We do need help. I now order you to be a spy. Outwardly, you will maintain your front as a guard of Redwood Capital. A war may erupt not long after. When the time comes, I will require your support!”

Riley was close to bursting into tears. “Yes, Sir!”

Zeke nodded in acknowledgment. “All right, get up. Do you know who is in charge of Redwood Capital right now?”

Riley replied, “It's Tavvy.”

“Who's that?” asked Zeke.

“He used to be one of Dragon Guards. Great Marshal, what are you doing here at Redwood Capital? Should I inform Tavvy and get him to attend to you personally?”

Zeke shook his head. “There will be no need to. I want to see the working style of Redwood Capital with my own eyes. My original intention in setting up Redwood Capital is to strengthen and help domestic businesses. But, judging from the extravagant-looking office of Redwood Capital, they must have spent tons of money on the renovation. I wonder how much money Redwood Capital has made from domestic businesses in order to build a palace like this. Redwood Capital is supposed to be partially nonprofit. Obviously, things have changed.”

Riley smiled bitterly. “Even an ordinary leader here drives a Rolls-Royce. How can he afford such a luxurious car with a monthly wage of only eight thousand? There must be more than meets the eye.”

Mm-hmm.

Zeke nodded and entered that luxurious building.

With an iconic smile, the front desk receptionist greeted Zeke warmly, “Sir, how may I assist you?”

Zeke replied, “I'm here to look for the person in charge of the investment department. I have a business dealing to discuss with him.”

The receptionist enquired patiently, “Do you have an appointment?”

Zeke shook his head. “No.”

“I'm so sorry, Sir. Mr. Wayne, who is in charge of the investment department, is currently very busy. I'm afraid you won't be able to meet him without an appointment.”

Zeke then said, “Fine. Please make an appointment for me. Just let him know that I have a huge transaction worth hundreds of billions to discuss with him.”

Hundreds of billions?

The receptionist looked at Zeke doubtfully. She suspected he might be lying.

Having managed the front desk for more than a decade, she had never come across anyone who mentioned such a humongous deal.

The receptionist thought that Zeke was trying to make fun of her.

However, given her professional work ethic, she went on to phone Lenard, who was in charge of the investment department, with a pleasant smile on her face.

Very soon, the call went through.

The receptionist said, “Hi, Mr. Wayne. There's someone here who wants to meet you, and he would like to make an appointment. Is that all right with you?”

Lenard seemed distracted. “Take a look at his appearance and tell me how much he's worth.”

The receptionist glanced at Zeke and replied, “No more than a thousand, I reckon.”

A thousand?

Lenard scoffed, “Someone like that isn't fit to meet me. Isn't he a waste of my time? Why? Is my time worth so little? I'm going to hang up. Don't bother me if there's nothing important.”

The receptionist quickly added, “Mr. Wayne, the man said that he wants to talk to you about a deal that involves hundreds of billions.”

What?

Lenard frowned.

That was also his first time hearing of such a huge business deal.

Perhaps the owner of Linton Group has come and is trying to get me to become one of their investors.