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Marcus did not say anything, but his breathing grew more labored.
His phone buzzed as the email arrived. He browsed the information.
As expected, Nicholas did have a grudge against the real Marcus.
Robert was still speaking. “Sir, Nicholas went to prison for intentionally harming someone when he was
18. He was sentenced to ten years but got out two years earlier due to his stellar behavior in there.
“He’s done well in Jangasas these two years, taking over several big groups. There are also rumors
saying that he got up to where he is by instigating a few bosses and eliminating them in the dark.”
Marcus’ brows were furrowed as he rubbed his temples softly.
“Nicholas has a number of bars and clubs under him now, but they are only fronts. He’s full of illegal
dealings.”
He asked in a low voice, “What was he like in prison?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRobert coughed. “He was pretty much a head in there. It’s said that criminals are ranked too. People
like Nicholas, who got imprisoned for killing or injuring people, are superior and are respected by other
inmates.
“As for… r*pists like Marcus, they’re looked down on the most.”
“What?” Zephyr was surprised that the man he was impersonating was actually someone like that!
“Isn’t it said that the man’s only a small-time thug who fights?”
Robert chuckled wryly, “Mr. Z, how could a regular thug go in and out of prison so frequently?”
Zephyr’s brows were knitted together, and his temples throbbed harder.
“Marcus was a recidivist. It’s said that the youngest girl he assaulted was only 16 years old…”
Zephyr took a deep breath and exhaled.
Repulsive! It was not just Nicholas. Even he would look down on a man like this. It was fortunate that
Marcus Grist was already dead.
“Sir, it’s best that you stay away from Nicholas. He’s quite influential now—not as much as the
Hamertons, but he’s in the gangs. They don’t play on the same field as we do. If he…”
“Mm, I understand.” He knew what Robert was going to say.
If Nicholas came looking for trouble with him because of the former’s past disdain and loathing for
Marcus, it would be easy for him to know that he was not Marcus.
Zephyr was not scared of anything but Cordelia finding out. She would discover that he was Zephyr
Hamerton sooner or later, but he wanted to take his time and explain it to her. Before that, nothing
unexpected could happen.
Zephyr hung up and dried himself with the towel before he went out.
Cordelia was already sleeping—face against the bed. Her arms were spread wide while one leg was
curled and another straightened. She had occupied the entire bed.
Zephyr smiled. His wife’s sleeping posture was not very nice, but he liked it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe padded over and pressed a kiss on her forehead. He tucked her in before going out to the living
room.
The Hamerton Group’s land acquisition west of Centrolis was only halfway completed. He had to figure
out a way to pull Melorian’s fund over so both parties could work on the project. It was just that the old
man had always had his guard up regarding Zephyr’s grandfather and refused to collaborate easily.
Zephyr pinched between his brows and turned on the laptop to continue drafting his proposal.
Who knew how long it had been when he straightened up and wanted to pour himself a glass of water
only to realize that Cordelia was looking at him blearily from the bedroom door.
“Honey, what are you doing?”
Zephyr paused and closed the laptop silently.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I got up to read some news.”
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