Chapter 9

"How true is that?" the man asked in doubt, scrutinizing Michael from head to toe. The dude looked so young and lean. 'How was he able to rescue my daughter with such a slim body?' the man questioned inwardly.

"I'm very sure, Dad," the lady assured.

Then, the man beckoned to the burly men to give him some space. He walked closer to Michael, staring into his eyes. Then he moved on to studying his body language.

The billionaire had once studied criminology in school. It was easy for him to detect a criminal if he found one.

Meanwhile, Michael wasn't afraid, nor was he fazed.

After a while, the man stretched his hand forward for a handshake. "Thank you for saving my daughter."

Michael took a few seconds pause before he locked hands with him and replied, "It wasn't a problem."

After that, the man asked Michael, "The information that reached me indicated that the gangsters are up to four in number. How were you able to handle that?"

With a bland facial expression, he responded, "Life matte