Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2402

Rhett uttered, “Stop wasting my time. Jared must be inside, right? I have to go in to see him now.”

One of the bodyguards replied at once, “Mr. Rhett, please wait a moment as I report this to Mr. Jared. I believe that he will personally come down to welcome you when he learns that you're still alive.”

“Forget it.” Waving his hand, Rhett barged in stubbornly. “I'll go and see him myself. I have something important to discuss with him, and it cannot wait.”

Just when the two bodyguards wanted to stop him, Rhett rolled his eyes fiercely at them. “Step aside and don't get in my way!”

Although the bodyguards served Jared, Rhett was still someone they couldn't afford to offend.

Not daring to hold him back any longer, they had no choice but to let Rhett pass.

Rhett then headed straight to Jared's room.

Jared was staying in the hotel's presidential suite on the top floor. It was naturally the most expensive and luxurious room.

When Rhett banged on the door, Jared swore from inside the room, “D*mn it, how many times have I said that one needs an appointment to see me? How dare you come to see me without one? Who the hell are you?”

Rhett replied, “It's me.”

“Hmm?” Jared furrowed his brows. “That voice sounds familiar. Come in.”

Rhett pushed the door open and entered.

Jared was smoking a cigar in the room. The sight of Rhett came as such a shock that his frozen hands dropped the cigar, which burned a hole in the expensive woolen carpet on the ground.

“Rhett, is it really you? Y-You're still alive. I can't believe this!”

Plonking himself down on the chair uninvited, Rhett lit up a cut cigar and began puffing away.

“Well done, Jared. Looks like you're enjoying yourself to have even brought such luxurious cigars here.”

“Rhett, let's not talk about that first. What in the world happened to you? Aren't you supposed to be dead?”

“Speaking of that, I want to first ask you. Jared, it's been so long, yet why didn't you look for me?”

“I always thought that you were done for...”

Rhett's voice began to fill with agitation. “Fine. Even if that's the case, shouldn't you at least find and bury my body?”

“Rhett, you have really misunderstood me. Truth be told, I have been trying hard to find your body all this while. It's just that I didn't manage to.”

“B*llshit!” Rhett exploded. “Who do you think you're trying to fool? Do you really think that I wasn't aware you cremated a corpse in my stead before sending the ashes back to our family to be buried?”

Despite the drastic change in his expression, Jared's emotional stability allowed him to quickly get a grip on himself.

“Rhett, you have to cut me some slack. I did want to send your body back to our hometown to be buried. However, I just couldn't find it, as there was no news about it at all. Since I didn't want our parents to worry, I found a corpse and pretended it was yours just to put their minds at ease. In reality, I never stopped looking for your body. I held hope that once I did, I could send it back to our hometown to be buried and inform our parents.”

“Enough, enough.” Rhett waved his hand impatiently. “If you really intended to find me, you would have done so a long time ago instead of waiting all this while.”

Jared sighed. “There's nothing I can do if you refuse to believe me.”

“I've no time to discuss this. We'll settle this score some other time. Now, I want to ask you something else instead. Why are you attacking Linton Group?”

Jared sighed. “Isn't it because of you? Previously, I assumed it was Zeke of Linton Group who caused your death. Wanting to avenge you, I took action against them...”