Zephyr frowned and felt conflicted.
Zennie had grown up sheltered from the world and had been a goody two shoes all along. However, it was easier for girls like this to run into people with ulterior motives.
Zephyr took a deep breath and felt a headache. He spent some quiet time and drove back after a while.
…
Oliver had been waiting for seven straight days outside a private club in Centrolis. He came every day asking to meet Matthew, standing from 7:00 a.m. until 8:00 p.m., but the bodyguards outside kept a straight face no matter how hard he tried.
Matthew was annoyed just hearing his name, forget meeting him.
Just when Oliver was growing desperate, the butler came out to inform him, “Mr. Jones, Mr. Yale invites you in.”
Oliver perked up and hurried in instantly.
There was a huge metal cage in the backyard of the club. Before Oliver went close, he could smell a decaying stench in the air. He was alarmed but could only brace himself and continue going.
To his surprise, there were two vultures kept in the cage!
Yale was toying with an amber ornament. When he turned to look at Oliver, the latter was shocked by the viciousness in his eyes.
“M-Mr. Yale…” Oliver greeted politely.
The vultures flapped their wings all of a sudden and made ugly cries.
Oliver paled in terror and froze on the spot, not daring to go farther inside.
Yale wore an unsettling smile as he glanced at the man and said, “I heard that you’ve been standing outside for days, Mr. Jones?
“Hah, these people are bad at hospitality! They should have at least brought you in to look at these two babies of mine!”
As Yale spoke, he put on gloves and pulled two pieces of decaying meat from a bucket at the side. He threw them into the cage, and the vultures flapped their wings to start eating.
Oliver felt chills run down his spine. He knew that rich people liked all sorts of novelty. There were those who kept lions, tigers, pythons, or leopards, but he did not expect Yale to like creatures who preyed specifically on carrion!
“Mr. Jones.” Yale turned to look at him after he fed the birds. “Speak up if you have anything to say. My father isn’t around, but I’m all ears!”
“No, no. You must be kidding, sir,” Oliver replied nervously.
There was no way out now, so he could only keep talking.
“My company’s in financial straits recently. There’s a $45,000,000 fund gap. Mr. Matthew’s been supporting my company all this while, but the funds weren’t transferred these two months for some reason…”
“Oh!” Yale dragged his word. “You’re here to ask for money?”
Oliver lowered his head humbly with a thumping heart.
“$45,000,000…” Yale clapped and scanned Oliver strangely before he sneered.
“Mr. Jones, my father supports your company, but you can’t treat us like an ATM, right?”
“Uh… I really have no way out. Mr. Yale, the company will face bankruptcy if $45,000,000 isn’t filled in…”
“Mortgage something if you want money!”
Oliver jolted.
Yale then lowered his voice with a smirk. “How much do you think your flesh can be mortgaged for, Mr. Jones? My babies here have never tried human flesh!”
Oliver widened his eyes in panic as he slumped onto the floor.
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