Chapter 4 A Private Conversation

• The sixteen stories tall Century Grand Hotel was a place was awash with opulence, crystal decorations filling every corner.
• The place had it all—a five-star restaurant, a nightclub, an entertainment venue, and a bar.
• Everyone in Quadfield recognized this landmark and knew who the owner of the grand building was.
• At the entrance of the grand building, a luxurious silver Rolls-Royce sedan was parked, followed by seven Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars.
• Click.
• The car door swung open.
• A man in his fifties, with slightly gray hair, alighted.
• He was dressed in a grey suit, wearing a commanding expression. His eyebrows were sharp and defined, while his posture was upright despite his age. Even when he walked, one could feel his presence.
• On both sides, he was flanked by eight bodyguards who were ready to protect him against any threat.
• “Mr. Zander!”
• “Mr. Zander!”
• “Mr. Zander!”
• Everyone bowed in respect the moment they saw him.
• He was none other than Lorcan Zander, one of the rulers of Quadfield's underworld.
• He was born into poverty and worked diligently for many years. He started with demolition work and gradually made his way to where he stood today. He was a force to be reckoned with, with his influence stretching from both the underworld and official circles, with thousands of people looking up to him.
• Lorcan quickened his pace, stepping into the grand hall.
• Three young men approached, all dressed in suits and looking exceptionally smart.
• “Dad.”
• “Dad.”
• “Dad.”
• The three of them greeted Lorcan in unison.
• They were all Lorcan's sons and his right-hand men. Their names were given in alphabetical order—Aloysius, Barrett, and Carlos.
• “Dad, let's head to the office first,” Aloysius suggested softly. “The vice president of the Chamber of Commerce has invited us for a business meeting tonight, looking toward your decision.”
• “Okay.” Lorcan nodded.
• The group crossed the grand hall, arriving at the Chairman's office, pushing the door open with a squeak.
• This was a study room, subtly luxurious and designed in traditional Clusian style. Landscape paintings adorned the walls, while a screen served as the entrance. Various unique antiques were displayed throughout the room, including a table and chairs carved from pearwood. Tucked in the farthest corner stood a large desk made of rosewood, which gave off an imposing presence.
• Just as the group was about to settle down for coffee, a glimpse of a tall, stern man quietly sitting in front of the large office desk unexpectedly caught their eye.
• The man sat there, not making a sound as his leg casually crossed over the other. He leaned back in his chair, chin lifted. His hawk-like eyes piercing as he watched the four of them—father and sons. It was none other than Huxley.
• “Who are you?”
• “How did you manage to sneak in?”
• “Quickly, call the bodyguards in!”
• The expressions on the faces of the three Zander brothers changed dramatically. They quickly rose to their feet, making sure to protect Lorcan first.
• Lorcan narrowed his eyes, seemingly realizing something. His face quickly showed a hint of surprise.
• At that moment, the door was flung open, and dozens of burly men dressed in black suits and armed with handguns flooded in. In an instant, they had surrounded Huxley.
• One by one, their gun barrels were aimed at Huxley menacingly.
• Once Lorcan gave the order, Huxley was sure to be blasted to a pulp.
• Yet Huxley remained seated, utterly composed. He didn't even bat an eyelid, as if the bodyguards in the room were invisible.
• “I recognize you,” said Lorcan. “You're that unfortunate man whose wife jumped off a building.”
• Everyone was taken aback.
• Only then did it hit them that it was the unlucky b*stard.
• Huxley slowly spoke. “You're mistaken. You don't recognize me. If... you did, you would already be kneeling before me.”
• His true identity was that of the Divine Healer.
• The experienced Lorcan was naturally well aware of the famed Divine Healer. He had even once spent tens of millions in hopes of meeting the latter in person, but alas, he couldn't even get close enough to knock on the door.
• “You all may leave.” Lorcan pondered for a moment before gesturing for his bodyguards to depart.
• The bodyguards obeyed Lorcan without question, departing swiftly and orderly, a sight that inspired admiration toward Lorcan.
• “You guys should leave, I have something to discuss with this young man,” Lorcan ordered his three sons.
• The trio hesitated for a moment, each shooting Huxley a fierce glare. Their eyes seemingly warned him that if he were to lay a hand on their father, they'd ensure he'd never see the light of day again.