Chapter 747: No wife

"She’s not that easy."

DING!

The side of William’s mouth twisted as his eyes glinted, staring at the elevator door. He glanced at the number above, noticing it was going underground straight to the exclusive parking space.

"Hah," he smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Not that easy?"

Or did Zoren mean there was no wife at all?

Although rumors had it that Old Mrs. Pierson had already met her granddaughter-in-law and was very pleased with her, it could be a bluff. After all, Old Mrs. Pierson could be very cunning. She favored Zoren so much that it wouldn’t be a surprise if she played along with his schemes.

"Director."

Once the other elevator rang, William’s lackey approached him. William glanced at them and smirked.

"That took you a while," said William.

"Director, were you able to ask the CEO if he’s bringing his wife along?" asked one of the executives, William’s cousin, curiously.

"She’s not coming."

"He said that?"

"Not directly, but based on how it was worded, I’m sure she wouldn’t come," William smirked. "Or rather, she wouldn’t come because there’s no wife to begin with."

William’s lackeys looked at each other, their brows knitted together. "Director, are you sure that’s the case?"

"Heh."

"Of course. Otherwise, he probably hired someone — a nobody to marry him," said William with a nonchalant shrug. "I haven’t heard any of the socialites who can join our family say their daughters are married."

Moreover, if Zoren’s wife was from the upper social ladder, they wouldn’t be able to stop themselves from talking about it. Who would hide their relationship with Zoren Pierson? Regardless of the Pierson Family’s internal affairs, being associated with them—let alone being Zoren’s wife—would bring instant fortune to them.

"Oh, what a wonderful morning!"

Just before William could speak, he heard the cocky voice of a man. When he turned, his eyes instantly landed on Dean Pierson. His lackeys lowered their heads slightly, giving way to Dean, who stood on the same level as William.

"When I woke up this morning, I thought something good would happen today," Dean intoned. "Now that you’re the first person I see, I’m sure that’ll be the case."

William chuckled, looking down at Dean. "Dearest nephew, I’m glad you’re as enthusiastic as ever."

"The feeling is mutual, Uncle. Considering you’re not getting any younger, I’m glad you didn’t have to take maintenance." Dean nodded. "I heard people at that age are prone to more... bad things—health. So, I was worried."

"Haha. How touching."

"Very well." Dean smiled from ear to ear, holding William’s gaze and then looking at the executives. "Good morning, I’ll be on my way."

He then set his attention back to William. "Take care on your way, Uncle."

"You too, Dean." William nodded. "I heard that your little friend got into an accident. Well, that little fox is quite offensive, so I’m not surprised that karma is catching up to him."

The smile on Dean’s face faltered slightly. "See you around, Uncle."

"Heh," William smirked, watching Dean walk away and enter the lift.

Dean held his uncle’s gaze until the door closed. In that instant, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace. A glint flickered across his eyes, scoffing at the remarks William had made.

"What an old bastard," he murmured, stepping out of the elevator and taking his phone out. Putting the phone to his ear, he listened to it ring for a second. "I need results today and also, keep following him. I have a feeling he’s up to something no one is expecting."

"Yes, sir."

* * *

Meanwhile, half an hour later, William couldn’t stop chuckling to himself. He sat in a private dining room all alone but was quite entertained by the faces he had seen before arriving in this place.

"Those brats... did they think I’m going to let him get to me today?" William scoffed, laughing again as he remembered the look on Dean’s face when he mentioned Finn’s accident. "I still have to admit that nephew of mine is gaining more control over his emotions."

After all, Dean might be smart for his own good, but he was never like Zoren. Zoren was like a person without a heart. Although Dean tried his best to imitate Zoren, anyone could see that Dean would never be Zoren.

"And he thinks he’s able to scare me?" William shook his head. "Just because he got the director role at such a young age doesn’t mean we’re the same."

A look of irritation flickered in William’s eyes, still in disbelief that he had once rooted for Dean. Although he had done so thinking he could manipulate Dean—just as William had gotten Dean to approach Zoren’s Thursday Girl—it was still a shame that Dean lacked ambition.

"Where is he now?" he wondered, checking his wristwatch as he realized he had been waiting for several minutes. "He’s starting to irritate me as well."

His mouth curved down, displeased that he had been waiting for more than five minutes. William leaned back in his chair, grumbling. He grew grumpier with every passing second. Fortunately, after another three minutes, he heard the door slide open.

"Well, finally, you showed up." William drew a deep breath and snapped his eyes at the person standing by the door. "I thought you were planning to make me wait longer... Jonathan."

Jonathan smiled kindly, closing the door behind him. He didn’t say a word—not even a humorous remark or a word of apology—taking the spot across from William.

William arched a brow, studying the young man. "You’re not bringing anything with you today."

"The files you asked for are... outdated." Jonathan maintained a smile. "Zoren Pierson will have his last check-up today, and those records will be confidential until the family event."

"Confidential..." William laughed. "Is he still blind?"

Jonathan chuckled. "Is that the part that is important to you?"

"Is he?"

"That information you received not long ago is true. I confirmed it myself," Jonathan nodded. "Zoren Pierson can’t see well."

"Haha! When is that damn brat going to die?" William hissed. "All these illnesses his sick mind imposes upon himself, yet he keeps clinging to life. What a pathetic person."

Jonathan didn’t indulge him. "Did you find out who his wife is?"

"There’s no wife." William waved dismissively. "Even if there is, I’m sure that person is just someone he picked up somewhere and paid."

"Are you sure?"

William frowned. "You claim to be so influential, yet you can’t find out about that?"

"I never claimed to be influential. All I said is that I have connections." Jonathan shrugged nonchalantly. "However, Anteca is Zoren Pierson’s territory. Putting people to spy on his residence is akin to inviting him to this luncheon. Not to mention, Prime Group is handling his security. Penelope Bennet’s clientele are not average individuals and so are her services."

Jonathan let out a sigh, rubbing his chin mildly. "What a mysterious marriage."

"I told you," William hissed in irritation. "I already looked into it, and there’s no one in the socialite scene who got married five years ago and has a secret husband. It’s either he hired someone to act like his wife or he’s bluffing. Either way, I’m going to expose him tonight."

"What a nice thing to have," Jonathan remarked vaguely, referring to William’s simplistic mindset and how easily the latter dismissed the matter. "Well, whatever you say... then I believe you, Uncle. We’re meeting Grandma today, correct? The DNA test should be done today."