Marcus was rendered speechless. “Wifey, I thought we’d not be talking about Mr. Z anymore?”
…
Oliver waited outside Matthew’s private club.
The club was beneath Splendor Mountain. It was very hidden. Apart from the dense broadleaf plants around, there were rows of bodyguards in sunglasses and suits. They were watching expressionlessly.
Someone finally came out after a long wait and invited Oliver in courteously.
Matthew had just finished with his spa. He lay on the soft deck chair with someone kneeling next to him, giving him a massage.
Oliver recognized the smell of the top-grade cigar as soon as he entered.
“Sir, this is… Laroux from Nesarus, right?”
“You’ve got a great nose!” Matthew glanced at him at the side of his eye. He lifted his chin to get his men to get Oliver a stool.
Oliver showed a fawning smile and sat straight on the stool.
“Why are you here?” Matthew’s eyes were half closed. He was puffing on the cigar and looked like he was indulging. He was arrogant toward Oliver. Apart from the honor of being born into the Hamertons, he was behaving like that because he had trained Oliver himself. Without him, the latter would not have achieved what he had today.
However, he would usually stay in Jangasas like a good boy. He basically would not go to Centrolis, let alone what happened today, that he rushed here from Jangasas overnight.
Unless something serious had happened, Oliver would not bother him.
“Sir, I…” Oliver licked his dry lips, hesitating. “I dare ask if Mr. Z… has been staying in the Hamertons since the welcome dinner?”
Matthew opened his eyes suddenly. He frowned and looked at him, confused. “Why are you asking?”
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