Feeling refreshed as he ate breakfast, he was in an excellent mood. He nned to take things easy today, maybe get some exercise in the hotel gym and swim a little. With no immediate safety concerns, he felt confident that after adjusting to the hotel’s environment, he could even explore the streets of Aurous Hill on his own.


    At that moment, his phone suddenly rang. The number on the screen was unfamiliar.


    When he answered, he heard Hank’s voice: “Matt, please pass a message to Mr. Steve for me. I want to invite Mr. Wade to dinner tonight!”


    In the past, I was nothing more than a facilitator, arranging all kinds of indulgences for Hank—like a modern-day madam.


    Back then, Hank never saw me as a friend. To him, I was just a tool, apdog at his beck and call.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    But things have changed. I no longer cater to Hank’s whims. Now, I serve Mr. Steve. And who the hell does Hank think he is?


    So, I respondedzily, “Hank, do you think you can summon Mr. Wade whenever you please? Steve is the second-inmand of the Rothschild family. You think you can just send a message through him like that? You’re overestimating yourself.”


    Hank snapped, “Matt Finkelstein, how dare you speak to me that way? Don’t forget—you’re just a dog we bought with money!”


    Matt chuckled disdainfully. “That’s where you’re wrong, Hank. I’m not your dog anymore. I belong to Mr. Rothschild now—and even more so, to Mr. Wade. Do you really think I’m afraid of you?”


    Hank hadn’t expected such defiance. His anger red instantly.


    But just as he was about to unleash a tirade, he hesitated.


    Matt’s grandson had been reborn—Hank had lost his leverage.


    In contrast, if he wanted to reach charlie Wade through Steve, he had no choice but to rely on Matt.<fn8c3d> This update is avable on ?ovelFind</fn8c3d>


    After a brief silence, he forced a smile and said, “Matt, we’re all friends here. No need to be so distant. You have nothing to fear from me—in fact, I need your help.”


    Matt smirked, feeling much more satisfied now that Hank had backed down.


    He knew full well that if Hank truly needed to meet charlie Wade, there was nothing he could do to stop it.


    So, Matt immediately stopped and asked, “Didn’t you just return to the U.S. yesterday? Why are you inviting Mr. Wade to dinner tonight? Weren’t you supposed to have left?”


    “I did leave,” Hank sighed. “But I’m already on my way back. I’m on the ne now—I need to see Mr. Wade about something urgent.”


    Matt Finkelstein was taken aback. “Shit, could Mr. Wade have been right? Do you really have pancreatic cancer?”


    Hank replied gloomily, “Don’t even mention it. Mr. Wade is truly incredible. He said I’d be impotent, and I did. He said I had pancreatic cancer, and sure enough, I do. The doctors say my chances of surviving more than five years are less than 10%. I’ve changed my mind—I’ve decided to follow Mr. Wade unconditionally!”


    Matt eximed, “I once heard Mr. Rothschild and Mr. Hong from Tianxiang Mansion discussing Mr. Wade. Mr. Hong said he has a nickname—the real dragon on earth. Seems his reputation is well-deserved…”


    Hank pleaded, “Matt, for the sake of our friendship, please put in a good word for me with Mr. Rothschild. This is my satellite phone—contact me anytime if there’s any update.”