NovelEnglish“Hello... Miss Bennet?” Ameer paused realizing that there had been no response from the other end of the line after speaking a
lot so quickly.
“She is asleep,” Victor replied after a while.
Ameer was quite shocked on hearing the guy’s voice. He examined the caller ID on his phone as he unconsciously removed it
from his ear. The number was Rachel’s. He couldn’t figure out who the man that just spoke was.
When he said that Rachel had fallen asleep, what did he mean by that? Could he have possibly been with Rachel?
Ameer’s grip on the phone tightened and he asked, “I’m lost. Who might you be? How is Miss Bennet’s phone in your
possession? Where is she?”
Beep!
Victor hung up before Ameer completed his words. Ameer was astonished and irritated when the beep cthrough. His gaze
remained fixed on the screen, which indicated that the call was over. He could hear the man’s voice in his head. In the silence,
the man’s speech reverberated in his ears, and he remained still.
The call record appeared on the phone screen as Victor was ready to put the phone down after hanging up, and his eyes
becdim. He then erased Ameer’s call history and banned his phone number.
After that, he returned the phone and acted like he had done nothing.
Using his best judgment, he guessed that Rachel would be coming up any moment. He knew that it was not the best moment to
try to push her to accept him. Victor stepped out of the room and down the stairs whilst he contemplated that.
Downstairs, Rachel drank from a glass of water and sat calmly.
In anticipation of Victor’s departure, she waited. The servants were once again being ordered to clean the kitchen by Lukas.
Then, he caught sight of Victor.
“Mr. Sullivan...”
“Lukas, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to contact me.”
Following his conclusion, Victor locked his gaze on Rachel. Rachel, who was in the dining room, had picked up on what Victor
had said and turned to face him. The two happened to be looking at each other at the time.
attempt to speak, but he had to nod and say, “Then I’ll tell the driver to start the car.”
Victor nodded his head in approval.
At the smoment, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Carson had sent him a message. It read, “Ameer? What gives you the
sudden want to inquire about him? He has recently returned from a trip abroad. Are you interested in him? Do you want him to
join the Sullivan Group?”
Carson then sent another message. “Forget about trying to Swoop in and get him. It’s impossible for you to do so. Are you
familiar with the Gordon family? Roger is his cousin. Ameer is the lone kid of the Gordon family. He is going to take over his
family business.” Carson called Victor as soon as Victor finished reading the two messages.
Victor answered it.
On the other end of the telephone, Carson said curiously, “I’m having an odd feeling. Never before have you brought up Ameer.
He did well overseas, but he isn’t a top talent by any stretch. The Sullivan Group isn’t a good fit for him.”
Employees of Sullivan Group might easily be considered among the best in their field. Ameer couldn’t stand out when compared
to those individuals.
With the help of the Gordon and Jimenez families, as well as the resources Ameer’s parents had worked so hard to accumulate
for him, Ameer was able to gain snotoriety among Apliaria’s top crust.
The highest echelons of the Apliaria had been engaged in open and covert brawls. As tpassed, the esteem in which upper-
class young men and women were held fluctuated.
The exceptions to this rule were Victor, Carson, and Roger. There was no one who dared to insult them since they had great
sway in the upper class. Victor was uninterested in the things of the upper class. When Carson read Victor’s message asking
him who Ameer was only moments earlier, he felt a surge of curiosity.
“Are you that bored?” Victor inquired in a stern tone.
“Not really, Victor. I’ve answered all the questions you’ve asked. Why don’t you at the very least gratify my enquiring mind?
Tossingout after having abused my services would be disrespectful to our bond. You’re much too cold blooded.” Carson
covered his chest with his hand, as if he were hurt, despite the fact that Victor couldn’t see him.
“Is Ameer managing the Gordon Group?” Even with Carson’s antics, Victor pressed on.
been pressuring him to get hitched.”
Despite his lack of interest in other pursuits, Carson was a big fan of gossip and watching the fun. Those in the higher echelons
of society were limited in number. Carson could tell within two hours whether someone had been asked to go on a blind date by
his family.
Even Victor had his doubts about Carson’s gender at times. How could Carson be so enthusiastic about getting involved? Victor
didn’t realize that Carson’s father was pressuring him to get married, not because Carson wanted to participate in the fun.
Carson had no option but to look out for others who were in the sshoes as him in order to feel better for a short period of
time. Carson was having a good tat the cost of others.
“Did your father lately express an interest in developing an alternative source of energy?” asked Victor.
:That’s what he said.”
“The Gordon family has been working with new energy for a long time. They may work together with your father. Ameer, who just
took over the organization, should be eager to complete the job,” Victor said softly.
Nobody had any idea what was going through his mind.
“Work with the Gordon family?”
“As long as your father cooperates with the Gordon family, the Sullivan Group may help him financially.”
This made Victor turn all Greek to Carson. Was Victor just handing out cash to the Gordon family, with no strings attached?
“This is a complete mystery to me. Are you thinking of helping Ameer sour greater heights?” Carson lifted his eyebrows slightly.
“What’s with you?”
“Nothing. Just tell your father what I’ve said.”
Then, Victor ended the call.
Carson sent Victor a file not long after. It included Ameer’s confidential facts. There was a picture of Ameer at the top left of the
paper. The snapshot revealed Victor’s age to be twenty-four, making him two years younger than Rachel. Sladies had a
preference for attractive young males. Carson sent Victor a message after Victor closed the file.
“I told my father,” Carson said.
“Is tomorrow free for you? He’ll meet with you at the Sullivan Group to talk about it.” Victor said
“Yes. Can I ask you a question?” Carson texted Victor a mto signal him to ask.
“Are there chances that I look older than Ameer?”
As soon as Carson received the message, his eyes widened and water spilled out of his lips.
A youngster descended from the second floor at this point. In a stupor, he rubbed his eyes. He unconsciously called Victor when
he noticed him downstairs. From his voice, one could tell that he was still drowsy. “Daddy.”
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