Chapter 1083

“Franco, please enter,” came the request, eading Leon down the corridor’s expanse. At the termination

of the corridor lay the grandest chamber, an assembly trembling beneath Leno’s unspoken influence.

A sense of unease prevailed, and their anticipation of his intentions remained veiled.

Although this establishment fell under Dgend’s dominion, it received minimal oversight from Leon, as

his adoptive father personally supervised its operations.

Nolan Craig, its overseer, tentatively approached the forefront.

“Franco, your visit is an honor. What brings you here?”

Their salutations persisted from the days when they referred to Leon by a different name.

Stepping around the tea table, Leon settled into a seat, surveying the gathering with scrutiny.

“Simply paying a visit”

“It’s been quite a while since Franco graced us with his presence.”

“Rhys, bring forth the latest financial records. Franco intends to peruse them,” commanded Nolan.

Promptly, the records were presented, respectfully positioned before Leon.

Leon’s fingers danced over the pages until his gaze alighted upon the financial figures.

“Franco, are the recent gains to your satisfaction?”

“The profits are commendable.”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Having reviewed the records, Leon lowered his gaze, closing the ledger. Secretly, he longed to shutter

this place. Since embarking on his medical studies, he had sought to dismantle this sordid enterprise.

His adoptive father, however, insisted on its continuation due to its lucrative returns.

Procuring goods at a minimal cost and reaping substantial profits upon resale constituted their modus

operandi.

Leon had contemplated ventures like casinos, nightclubs, or even narcotics trade, but he categorically

dismissed the notion of involving himself in the reprehensible practice of organ trafficking, a venture

incongruent with his ethical compass.

Nolan anticipated Leon’s commendation for his adept management upon perusing the account book.

To his dismay, Leon’s lips tightened in silence, triggering Nolan’s unease to intensify.

In hushed tones, a person next to Nolan murmured, “Why summon Rhys with the account book?

Weren’t you aware Franco had advocated for the closure of this establishment?”

“Anxiety got the better of me when I saw him,” Nolan confessed.

“Inconsequential; our leader remains adamant about its persistence.

Regardless of Franco’s aversion, closure isn’t within his prerogative here.”

Leon’s hand reached to his forehead, his palm massaging the contours.