Married a Secret Billionaire

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?"

"Just... asking."

"Of course, he's not at the Hamertons," Matthew said casually. "Why would he stay in one place for long? With his father's blessings, nobody can do anything about him wandering the world!" Oliver frowned hard. "Is he in Jangasas, then?"

"You're ridiculous!" Annoyed, Matthew glanced at him. "What is he doing in Jangasas? To do charity for your company? I heard that he's gone to Chaiseland lately. He's at his grandfather's house in Melorian."

"Melorian?"

"That's right." Matthew took two puffs of the cigar. "I didn't get to mess with him the last round. Perhaps that brat is scared, so he's hiding at his grandfather's place. There happens to be a portion of assets that needs to be handled, so Zephyr is working for him. He's lucky. Both of his grandfathers love him. That brat gets everything that's good in the world!"

The more Oliver listened, the more doubtful he was. He said softly after a moment of silence, "I think I saw him in Jangasas..."

Matthew was shocked to hear that. "What did you say?"

"I'm not sure if it was him, sir." Oliver handed the information that his men found with both hands.

Everything about Marcus was in the document, including a copy of his ID. Matthew looked at it thoroughly. Doubts were surging inside of him, and his face gradually turned grim. However, his frown subsided when he saw that Marcus was married and had a criminal record. Apart from his wife, Cordelia, he had no other family members.

"This man looks a lot like Zephyr," mumbled Matthew. "But he has no family, and he was in jail for fighting... That just doesn't match him!

"Also, Zephyr is proud. I sent at least ten women to him, all of them stunning, yet he was not moved. Do you think this Cordelia... won his heart? Hah, that's ridiculous!

"Oliver, can you use your head? Stop panicking so easily. There are so many people who look alike in this world! Someone called me yesterday, saying that they saw me in Moaniain!"

The Hamertons' family head had taken Matthew's subsidiary company, so the latter became a laughingstock in the family. He felt frustrated.

Oliver was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire to be bothering him with hearsay like this. He was even more annoyed now.