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Upon learning how high the stakes actually were, Draco didn’t have the guts to make anymore suggestions.
“Er...Mr. Quin, I think it’s best if you had a talk with that guy.”
“If there isn’t anything else, I’ll take my leave first.”
Draco was a very smart man. He knew that it was best if he was kept in the dark about who that person was.
Otherwise, he might bring a whole lot of trouble upon himself.
After Draco left, Mr. Quin picked up his phone with shaky hands and made a call.
It wasn’t long before the call went through. “How have you been, Boss?” Mr. Quin fawned.
The Boss’ voice was cold and icy. “Hmph, I’ve been waiting for this call for quite some time now, Quin.”
Mr. Quin could feel his heart starting to beat wildly. “You know why I’m calling you, Boss?”
“If I’m right, you’re calling about Zeke Williams, aren’t you?”
“In that case, everything has been arranged by you?” Mr. Quin asked.
“That’s right,” the Boss replied.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“That’s very kind of you,” Mr. Quin said respectfully.
“Quin,” the Boss said, “Tell me the truth. Did you think that I was using you to take on Williams?”
“No, of course not!” Mr. Quin denied hastily.
Even though deep down, he was cursing the Boss and his family, he certainly didn’t have the guts to let it show.
After all, his head was on the line and he had no intentions of offending the Boss.
“That’s good,” the Boss replied.
“To tell you the truth, Quin, I’m doing this for your own good as well.”
What f***ing good has this done me? Mr Quin cursed silently.
I lost 10 billion and my control over the underworld forces! Was that for my own good?
“Thank you so much for looking out for me, Boss,” he said ‘gratuitously’.
“But Boss, could you indicate to me as to how this is good for me?”
“Do you still remember Paul Hunt from Queenstown?”
“Of course I do. He’s your arch enemy.”
“He dug up some dirt on both of us back then in Queenstown.”
“In order to stop him from telling anyone what he had found, you instructed John to cast a curse on him and turn
him into a vegetable.”
“Why did you bring him up again all of a sudden?”
“Well, Williams is well versed in the practice of voodoo. There’s a very high chance that he has save Paul Hunt.”
“What?” Mr. Quin exclaimed as a shiver crept down his spine. “There’s a chance that Paul Hunt can be saved?”
“Damn it! If he really wakes up and reveals the results of the investigation all those years ago, you and I will be in
hot soup.”
“That’s why I wanted you to help eliminate Williams. In a way, it’s for your own good.”
Mr. Quin nodded his head profusely. “Thank you for educating me, Boss.”
“You can rest assured. I’ll see to it that Williams doesn’t live for long.”
“Ugh,” Boss sighed, “Judging by how things look, I’m afraid that even you might not prove to be a match for
Williams.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Remember this, even if you can’t eliminate Williams, you must make sure that Eastend doesn’t fall into his hands.”
“After all, Eastend connects both Rivermouth and Atheville. If Eastend were to fall into his hands as well, he might
become a threat to Atheville!”
“Atheville is my home turf. If he were to set foot here, getting rid of him will not be an easy feat.”
“You won’t have to worry about a thing, Boss,” Mr. Quin assured him, “I will do everything I can to eliminate him.”
“Hmph. I’ve already sent John to assassinate Paul Hunt. I hope he won’t disappoint me.”
After hanging up, Mr. Quin hastily made another call to Sim Owens.
Sim Owens was the leader amongst the three of Mr. Quin’s most trusted subordinates. His status was even higher
than Gavin Zachary’s and Reuben Mack’s. Thus, he was the one who decided who got to live and who didn’t.
His team consisted of the most skilled assassins throughout Eurasia. Some of them were just a step away from
becoming a Master.
The funds required to keep this team going were more than 10 million every year.
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