“Yeah.”
“’Where to?”
“My wife’s place,” said Stanley.
“The young madam’s house? The Quest family’s old mansion?”
Zack’s eyes were filled with doubt, hardly believing his ears.
Why were they suddenly cohabiting?
“We’re moving into the mansion beside the Quest Manor,” Stanley answered calmly as he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.
“Oh…” Zack nodded. “Right, Julian Sullivan came to the company today asking to see you, but I rejected him.”
Toot, toot, toot.
As he spoke, Zack’s phone rang again. Seeing that it was an unknown number, he answered it immediately. “Is this Assistant Cassidy? Hi, I’m Julian Sullivan from the Sullivan Food Group,” said the voice on the other end.
“This is me. Only, why do you have my number?” asked Zack. His eyes were filled with curiosity as he put the call on loudspeaker.
“I got it from someone. Assistant Cassidy, would it be convenient for us to meet up and talk?”
“Uhh… It’s inconvenient.”
“I’d really like to have a good chat with your president. Can you help me, Assistant Cassidy? I will be sure to thank you properly.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help you with this. Our president’s decision is final, so I hope that your company can transfer the investment money back into our Dragon Group’s account,” said Zack firmly.
“I’m curious as to why your president would suddenly recall the investment. He brought it up before something happened to our company, so I’m sure that he has another reason for insisting on this decision.”
Julian had no intention of giving up. “Would you be able to enlighten me on the reason, Assistant Cassidy?”
Stanley frowned slightly. Looking at Zack’s phone, he answered indifferently, “My wife doesn’t like it.” He waved his hand dismissively.
Zack understood at once and ended the call. Although he was a man, right now, even he felt a little electrified by his Fifth Master.
***
On the other end of the call, inside a glamorous bedroom, Julian locked his screen with a baffled expression. Looking up at the brightly lit yard through the french windows, various unsettling emotions started weaving around him like a spider web, suffocating him.
The last person who spoke was clearly not Assistant Cassidy. His tone sounded like the president of Dragon Group.
‘His wife doesn’t like it?’
‘Did this wife mean his legal wife? Or his girlfriend?’
There was only news that the new president of Dragon Group was Wilson Barton’s son, the heir to the Dragon Group, but it was unheard of that he had a woman. In the first place, the Batton family was extremely mysterious, so only a scarce few people outside knew of them.
So, the man was recalling the investment because his woman didn’t like the Sullivan Group?
What kind of deity was his woman?
How exactly did the Sullivan Group offend her?
To the point where she’s requesting for the Dragon Group to recall their investment.
Just how exceptional was this woman to make someone like the heir of Dragon Group listen to her?
‘D*mn her!’
Julian wanted to know who this woman was, but he knew full well that it would be impossible to find out. No one on the outside could even find out the Dragon Group’s heir’s name, much less information about his beloved.
Now that Dragon Group’s heir had verbally rejected them once again, that would mean the possibility of getting him to nullify this decision was close to zero.
Looks like Julian would have to find another way.
***
Early the next day, Xyla took Stanley to the mansion Jeremy had prepared for them.
