“What? Couldn’t find anything?” Fred was shocked.
The Grist Group’s surveillance system was considered top-notch in the industry, using various means to monitor
employees, and it had become an open secret throughout the entire group.
In the face of this invasion of privacy and violation of human rights, most employees dared not speak up and chose
to endure silently.
Yet, these methods seemed to have no effect on Zeke?
Fred regained his composure and continued to ask, “What’s the reason… that nothing can be found?”
The subordinate answered, “We first checked Zeke’s date of employment, and based on that date, we retrieved all
the surveillance records, but we found nothing… It’s as if this person had never been to the Grist Group!
“And his truck… We’ve checked it too. The tracking system on the truck has been malfunctioning all along, and
besides that truck, he hasn’t driven any other vehicle, so…”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFred could not stand to listen any longer and snarled, “Useless bunch of trash!”
The subordinate knew he had failed in his duty and hung his head, not daring to argue.
After a brief silence, the subordinate hesitantly said, “Mr. Grist… actually…”
Impatiently, Fred glanced at him. “Actually, what?”
“Although we couldn’t trace Zeke’s whereabouts, we did find out some news.”
“Go on.”
“The eldest son of the Hamertons in Centrolis is named Zuko!”
Fred was taken aback, furrowing his brows tightly. “Are you saying that Zeke Hamerton is Zuko Hamerton?”
The subordinate awkwardly smiled. “No… We just thought that these two names sounded similar! There might be
some connection!”
Fred widened his eyes, suddenly furious, and grabbed a file from the desk to throw at his subordinate. “Is the name
Zuko Hamerton copyrighted? Is it exclusively for him, and others can’t use it?!”
“Mr. Grist—”
“Centrolis has millions of people. Is it difficult to find a few people with the same name? Is it!?”
The subordinate, still terrified, quickly ran out. Fred finally sat on the chair, loosening his tie and taking a deep
breath. He was nearly driven to madness by this group of useless people…
How could a truck driver with a criminal record who got married and started a family here be compared to the high
and mighty eldest heir of the Hamertons?
Fred rubbed his temples. However, as he calmed down, he found the situation more and more suspicious.
He carefully recalled the scene when he met Zeke that day. The young man exuded an air of nobility with deep and
determined eyes as well as a strong and cold demeanor…
What about the truck drivers at the Grist Group? They often wore random clothes to be quick, and their bodies
were covered in dirt from transporting the goods. They would nod and bow when they saw him, constantly
flattering him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSome spoke rudely, some were servile, and some had a quick temper, but none had the presence Zeke possessed.
A sudden realization struck Fred… Could the Hamertons’ eldest son have truly descended to the mortal world?
What was his purpose in doing so? Could it be that he had come to experience the hardships of society?
He squinted and got up to walk to the liquor cabinet, retrieving a bottle of mediocre-quality brandy.
As the hot and spicy taste passed through his throat, his expression became even more solemn. He looked at the
bottle of liquor. This was the liquor Violet’s father had given him, also known as his elder brother, whom he had
never met.
His elder brother was arrogant and especially cold toward him, the illegitimate child who had been kept outside all
along. He had repeatedly stated in public that allowing Fred to bear the family name Grist was already a great favor
to this illegitimate child.
This bottle of brandy was meant to humiliate him. His elder brother wanted everyone to see that a b*stard son was
only worthy of drinking this inferior liquor and that he would never inherit the Grist Group.
Fred took a deep breath and fiercely threw the glass on the ground, shattering it into pieces!