Mission to Wealth

Chapter 93

In a luxurious house, a man was seen receiving a call. His hand, which was holding a cell phone, tightened its grip, as if the man was expressing his feelings through the grip on his cell phone.

"Alright, tell him to come to me," the man ordered and then turned off his cell phone and sighed.

"Mr. Shaw, my coffee is on the table."

Suddenly, a waiter approached the man with his head down, to which the man simply nodded and signaled for him to leave immediately.

After the servant's departure, Mr. Shaw picked up the cup of coffee and began to sip, the aroma of the coffee entering his sense of smell, leaving a taste that made him want to execute immediately without waiting long.

His mind was now reminded of a man who walked into his room a few days ago. The man's face was so familiar, it felt like there was something that made Mr. Shaw need to know who that man was.

That's why, Mr. Shaw called the man named Leon.

Leon was a reliable, trustworthy detective with above-average flying hours. A