Half an hourter, Steve Rothschild arrived at Heaven Springs, escorted by a group of bodyguards.


    In the past, his visits were brief, but this time he was prepared for a prolonged stay in Aurous Hill. In fact, his trusted subordinates had started arriving in Aurous Hill one by one several days earlier. Naturally, Matt Finkelstein was among them.


    Matt Finkelstein was in much better spirits than before. Previously, he had been like a stray dog, constantly on the run, hiding from ce to ce, and wishing he could stay far away from the United States.


    But now, everything had changed. He had be aligned with the second-inmand of the Rothschild family.


    More importantly, once word spread that he had joined the Rothschilds, it became clear that the family was now privy to the secrets he had been carrying.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Under these circumstances, continuing to pursue Matt served no real purpose. Killing him would not erase those secrets but could instead provoke a fierce retaliation from the Rothschild family.


    As a result, Matt now had a golden ticket to safety.


    Because of this, he had pledged his loyalty to Steve and resolved to follow him obediently from now on.


    On the way to the mansion, Steve mentioned that he was about to meet a Chinese man he greatly admired. Matt was intrigued and couldn’t fathom who couldmand such respect from the Rothschild heir.


    When the convoy reached Heaven Springs, Matt followed Steve through the entrance.


    Don Albert had been waiting in advance. Upon seeing Steve, he greeted him warmly with a smile, saying, “Hello, Mr. Rothschild, we meet again.”


    Steve smiled warmly and said in fluent Chinese, “Ah, Mr. Albert, it’s so good to see you again! I’ve missed you these past few days.”


    As he spoke, he gave Don Albert a light hug and added, “I brought you the finest Cuban cigars. I’ll have my men hand them over for you to tryter.”


    Don Albert felt a surge of excitement and thought to himself, What kind of life am I leading? Even the heirs of the Rothschild family bring me gifts to win my favor.


    Smiling, he replied, “Mr. Rothschild, you’re too kind. You’ve just arrived—why go to the trouble of bringing me a gift?”<fn468b> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? FιndNovel</fn468b>


    Steve chuckled and said, “Don’t call me Mr. Rothschild; that sounds too formal. Just call me Steve. We’re friends—no need for such politeness.”


    Then he asked, “By the way, where is Mr. Wade?”


    Don Albert smiled and responded, “Mr. Wade is waiting for you in the private room upstairs. Let’s go together.”


    “Great.” Steve nodded, then gestured toward Matt Finkelstein, who was standing beside him. “By the way, Mr. Albert, this is Matt Finkelstein, a close associate of mine. He’ll be staying with me here in Aurous Hill from now on.”


    Don Albert nodded and greeted him with a smile, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Finkelstein.”


    Matt quickly replied with respect, “Mr. Albert, I look forward to your guidance while I’m in Aurous Hill.”


    “Of course, of course,” Don Albert said, patting Steve on the shoulder. “Steve and I are like brothers, so no need to stand on ceremony.”


    If anyone else dared to pat Steve on the shoulder and call him a brother, Steve would have been offended. Who are you to im to be my equal?


    But with Don Albert, it was a different story. Steve weed it, even feeling as though they shared the same bond as brothers from the same school.


    The atmosphere was warm and friendly.


    Don Albert led them to the diamond-level private room, where charlie Wade was already seated, waiting for their arrival.


    As soon as Steve entered the room, he greeted respectfully, “Hello, Mr. Wade!”