The rest of the Emerald Business Conference was uneventful after Nicolas' bitter reunion with his grandfather. Charlotte continued to move around and socialize with the other businessmen present in the conference. A lot of the businessmen asked her questions about the mysterious sponsor who revived her Clinton Group that was on the verge of bankruptcy, but she skillfully evaded their questions. In the end, they were unable to come out with anything concrete. Nicolas and Charlotte walked silently to the park the event valet parked his car, but there were a lot of things going through Nicolas' mind at the moment. He was silently boiling in rage. It had been five years since his mother died, but the person who was supposed to mete justice for his mother's death did not bother about it, and was instead living his life peacefully! "We will be parting ways here, Mr. Nicolas. I have ordered a taxi, and he will be here in the next two minutes." Charlotte suddenly said, drawing Nicolas out
Nicolas had just exited the shower in his bedroom after taking his bath when his tablet on his king sized bed vibrated. He instantly knew what that meant. Charlotte had completed the task he gave her and sent every detail she could find about Limbra Inc. and Jack Harvey. Nicolas dried his muscular and ripped body with a towel and donned a luxurious black silk robe before settling down on his bed, but not before wearing his trademark gold rimmed glasses. He brought out a medicinal cigar, lit it up slowly and took a long puff before starting to read through the neat and well detailed report Charlotte sent to his e-mail. Limbra Inc was a top class business group in Stormwind City, and they were worth around $40 million. On the surface, their company dealt in legitimate and upfront business, but the report that Charlotte sent told him a crucial information that was hidden from the general public. The Limbra Inc. was a subsidiary company of the GT Group, which was the main business group
The phone call with Vincent did not last longer than twenty minutes, but calling Vincent reignited some lingering feelings about his overseas Nacht Group. Nicolas sighed. The moment he completed his mission here, he would not hesitate to return back overseas. The time seemed closer than ever. He was after all making more headway and progress each day.He was still deep in his thoughts when his tablet vibrated, notifying him about the arrival of a new e-mail. Vincent had completed his task. Nicolas smiled. He was as efficient as ever.He took another puff of his cigar as he opened the e-mail and went through its details.Name: Seth Kaysen.Age: 22.Height: 195 cm.Weight: 220 lbs.Blood type: O negative (O-)SSN: XXX251Place of work: Limbra Inc.Department: Accounting Department.Nicolas looked at his new identity with a blank expression on his face. Vincent had gotten everything perfectly right. It was a flawless job.Apart from his name, place of work and department, everything e
"And you may be?" Nicolas asked coldly as he firmly removed the stranger's grip from his shoulder before turning to face the man. He came face to face with a tall and lanky young man who looked to be around the age of 25 or lesser. He had an unremarkable face which was currently staring at Nicolas with a disdainful expression on his face. "Fred Davies." The tall and lanky man answered, and the traces of pride in his voice could not be hidden. Nicolas could easily tell that he was from a wealthy family and a based on the way he spoke and his manner of mannerisms. Nicolas noticed that the moment the lanky man announced his identity, the customers present in the barber's salon all had expressions of surprise appear on their faces. It was obvious that they were intimidated by Fred's impressive background. However, Nicolas did not care a bit about Fred's impressive background whatsoever. He only wanted to get back to his villa as soon as possible. "What do you want?" Nicolas asked frigid
There was no mistaking it; the dashing young man who drove the expensive Mercedes Benz sports car was Victor Iil, Patrick Schick's right hand man!There was no way Nicolas would mistake Victor's face. He was very sure that the dashing young man was Victor Iil.Nicolas' orange irises narrowed after coming to that conclusion while staring at Victor who was handing over the car keys to his sports car to the company's valet. According to what happened a month ago, Victor should be rotting behind bars for his crime. How come he was roaming free and driving a sports car that cost more than $300,000? Did this mean that Patrick Schick was also released from prison and was roaming free as well?Also, was it a coincidence that Victor Iil appeared at Limbra Inc. the same day he was beginning his infiltration mission in the company? Or did he just happen to have another convenient reason for him to come here?"There is no use thinking too much about it now. The only thing I can do is to investi
Standing in the same elevator as the man who was suspected to have a hand in his mother's death was not easy for Nicolas. However, with superior control over his emotions, he managed to control his facial expression and remain silent.He routinely looked at the pudgy vice president of Limbra Inc. with a stoic expression on his face as the elevator ascended to his destination. Just as he was about to sneak another look, the pudgy vice president who was dutifully typing away on his expensive smartphone lazily kept his phone in his pocket before turning to stare at the only person in the elevator with him."Oh! Hello there!" Jack Harvey greeted in an amicable tone, his beady-like eyes holding a tinge of jealousy as he scanned Nicolas' handsome features. He wasn't too good-looking himself, therefore he was extremely jealous at the young man's handsome features."I haven't seen you around before. Are you new here?" Jack Harvey asked suspiciously as he stared at Nicolas. "I'm new here, vic
"What do you think you're doing there, standing like you are lost in the middle of a bustling city?" a voice which belonged to a male asked Nicolas, his voice laced with irritation. "Ah. Sorry about that." Nicolas replied in a calm voice, his faux orange irises subtly observing the features of the man with the irritated voice. The man looked to be in his late forties and was tall, his height easily measuring above six feet. He had brown hair which was currently cut lower than Nicolas', and equally brown eyes, which made him look pleasantly handsome. He was brown skinned and had a physique that spoke unspeakable hours of training in the gym. From his physique alone, which was partially concealed by the loose blue shirt and black slacks he wore, Nicolas surmised that he must be a gym freak. "Are you new here? I haven't seen your face around here." The man asked with a frown on his face as he studied Nicolas' extremely handsome features. "Yes, I am new here. I recently transferred f
Inside a very large office filled with state-of-the-art computers, the sounds of people typing away speedily on keyboards could be heard with obvious clarity. Among the people typing away dutifully was a young and handsome man with short black hair and orange irises, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.Of course, the young and handsome man was none other than Nicolas.Nicolas had fallen into a simple routine for the next two days. He worked dutifully at Limbra Inc. as a junior accountant, always coming in early, completing his tasks, and then leaving right on time. Furthermore, he made sure that his presence at his temporary workplace was as inconspicuous as possible, avoiding anything that could draw attention to himself.However, while he made sure not to attract as little attention as possible, he also paid close attention to the gossip and low-level discussions the workers had during their lunch breaks at the company's cafeteria. From his experience growing Nacht Group to be a