Chapter 166: Mr. King

Chapter 166: Mr. King

The luxurious room was adorned with red carpets, golden walls, and

stone blue furniture, creating a stunning contrast of styles. In the center

stood a small coffee table where two people sat cross-legged savoring

their tea. On either side of them were tall men in black suits and

sunglasses exuding an air of authority and seriousness.

Kelvin fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man sitting across from him

who appeared to be around thirty-five or six years old. He wore a large

red floral shirt with shoulder-length golden hair that accentuated his

sharp features and exotic blue eyes. Having lived in Chulae for fifteen

years, Kelvin had learned to speak fluent local language effortlessly.

A classical stove burned charcoal while a purple clay teapot rested on

top emitting white steam slowly rising from its spout. "The water is

boiling,” Kelvin said as he sat cross-legged with his back straight

staring intently at the teapot in his hands.

The man lifted the teapot with one hand, while his other hand retrieved

two tea cups. He poured a bit of hot water into each cup to wash them.

Then, he took the tea leaves and added them to the cups before

carefully pouring in the boiling water. His movements were expert, and

the sound of clear water continuously filled the air.

As they waited for their tea to steep, its fragrance gradually filled their

noses, making them feel relaxed and contented.

"Mr. Foley, please try this exquisite tea,” as he spoke, the man set

down the teapot and pushed the cup forward, seemingly with great

force. However, not a single drop of the scalding hot tea spilled from it.

"Thank you for your warm hospitality, Mr. King; you haven't changed at

all." Foley replied.

Dressed in crimson shirts and sporting golden curls, loving the taste of

tea, and taking pleasure in the sight of blood slowly flowing.

Kelvin had known Mr. King for ten years now, and it seemed like he had

retained the same appearance all these years. A decade had

transformed Kelvin from a young boy into the man he was today, yet

Mr. King seemed unchanged.

Mr. King casually sipped his tea, pausing as it touched his lips. He blew

on it with an elegance.

"Mr. Foley, your visit today has taken me by surprise,” he said. After all,

this was a notorious place.

Kelvin looked at him expressionlessly, then lowered his head to drink

the tea in his hand. He felt the warmth between his lips and tongue,

causing his beautiful eyebrows to furrow suddenly.

"There's nothing strange about it. I came here today to ask Mr. King

something,” Kelvin said.

"Oh? What could make you stoop so low as to come see me?" Mr. King

replied with a hint of sarcasm.

In the next moment, Kelvin took out a check from his pocket and

quickly wrote down a string of numbers with the pen hanging from his

chest.

All eyes were fixed on the man's perfect profile, which exuded an air of

authority and nobility that made him stand out wherever he went.

The nearest bodyguard couldn't help but glance over with excitement

flashing in his eyes when he saw how much money was written on that

check: eighty hundred million!

Despite this large sum of money, the blonde man only gave a faint

smile without showing too much emotion on his face. He slowly put

down the teacup in his hand and looked at Kelvin.

"Mr. Foley, you're quite generous indeed; it makes me curious what you

want from me," Mr. King said calmly.

“I want you to investigate a man named Charlie Fraser who lived in

Onistead twenty years ago," Kelvin replied straightforwardly.

Mr. King hesitated for a moment; after all, twenty years was such a long

time during which many things could have been forgotten or lost forever

without leaving any trace behind - good or bad alike - so he didn't

immediately reach for that check despite its impressive amount since

earning back such an amount would be just matter of time for him

anyway .

"Charlie Fraser?" Mr. King didn't recall any prominent family in

Onistead had such a surname. But if it was someone ordinary, Kelvin

would not have paid eighty hundred million dollars!

"Any other information about him?"

"No."

"What's your deadline?"

"The sooner, the better - one month at most.”

“I'll take it."

Mr. King picked up the check from table top and handed it over to the

man behind him.

His bodyguard respectfully took the check, feeling a surge of

excitement in his heart. He couldn't help but sigh at the weightlessness

of this piece of paper, which was worth eighty million dollars,

On the LCD screen in front of them were divided into many small

windows, with numerous figures appearing on them.

Mr. King only glanced casually at first before his eyes suddenly fixed on

one particular window.

With a cold laugh and an ominous tone, he said, "Switch to camera 9."

"Yes sir."

Soon enough, what was just a palm-sized image occupied the entire

LCD screen. In it stood an alluring black figure that caught everyone's

attention.

The woman wore a black halter-neck mini skirt that made her fair skin

glow. Her ample chest and slim waist were particularly eye-catching.

Underneath her bright eyes she looked like an enchantress walking

among this world of gold and glamour. Men approached her with lustful

looks and obvious intentions while she held onto her glass of red wine

smilingly without rejecting anyone outright; yet she kept herself at arm's

length from those men all along.

"What an interesting woman with such great curves,” Mr. King licked his

lips as he spoke with bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

Two bodyguards walked out from inside.

Kelvin watched quietly as Cheyenne drank with a handsome card

dealer who invited her upstairs.

She didn't refuse him but whispered something to him while leaning

close to him; their distance was less than twenty centimeters apart.

The young man went up first followed by Cheyenne who seemed happy

like a little hamster getting its way. She waved for Reece who wore red

long dress to walk beside her.

They held hands together, went upstairs and followed behind that card

dealer.

Kelvin had been here before so he knew exactly what going up meant -

damn you Cheyenne!