"Of course. You'll have to work hard to get to where I am, Leo," Mr. Holland said, raising his eyebrows. Suddenly, the laughter of Leo and the others in the living room could be heard. Leo shook his head, then looked at the information about Mr. Jonsen displayed on the LED screen. "So, all this time people only knew Mr. Jonsen as the CEO of a legal company. They don't know that Mr. Jonsen is also a mobster because he hides behind a pseudonym," Leo said, summing up the discussion. Mr. Holland snapped his fingers as he nodded his head confidently. "That's right. That's why his crimes are hard to detect. The information I've obtained is the result of my own notes, it's possible that only certain people in the mafia world know that information," Mr. Holland said. "Has he really never been detected committing a crime at all? Hasn't there been a single time in all these years that his identity as a mobster has been leaked to the public?" "Even though he was almost implicat
"But before I show you the evidence, can you handle this case professionally? I don't want Ghenna to get a lawyer who doesn't even believe her and doubts her testimony," Leo continued, questioning Mr. Sergio's ability to handle the case. "Let alone the rape of the CEO of an entertainment agency, I've even handled cases of illegal arms smuggling and human trafficking where the perpetrators had connections all the way up to the country's top brass," Mr. Sergio said rather smugly. Leo's eyebrows rose automatically. He honestly asked that on purpose to test how Mr. Sergio would react. "The backing was no joke and I managed to win the case hands down. Isn't that enough to give you confidence in me, Mr. Leo?" said Mr. Sergio as if he was showing how great he was. "I hope you'll be just as great when handling Ghenna's case, Mr. Sergio," Leo said. "What exactly happened, and who is this Ghenna lady?" asked Mr. Sergio. "Ghenna is ostensibly a trainee of an entertainment agency tha
"Really? They weren't in the meeting, how could they disappear?" responded Leo, pretending to be surprised. "I don't know either, Leo, maybe there are people who hate me and bother me by proposing something to my assistant," said Mr. Jonsen who sounded sarcastic to Leo. Leo who heard that acted as if he didn't know anything about his assistant. "Well, if that's true then you should also be careful of the person who hates you, Mr. Jonsen," Leo said in a calm tone. "No need to keep pretending, Leo, this must be your doing, right? You did something to my assistant, didn't you?" asked Mr. Jonsen, blatantly accusing Leo. "Why are you accusing me? Try asking your assistant first, did I really do it?" said Leo. "Unfortunately, my assistant has other reasons, giving an alibi that I certainly don't believe. I'm sure someone did something to my assistant," Mr. Jonsen said with a bit of emotion. "You shouldn't be so quick to prejudge someone like that, Mr. Jonsen. It's possible th
"Even though he was almost implicated in crimes several times, he easily escaped the police," Mr. Holland said. "Mr. Jonsen also controls many media companies, because the bigwigs of those companies also deal with him and make huge profits. If their transaction contracts fail, then the bigwigs of those companies will suffer huge losses." Leo's gaze, which turned astonished and curious, immediately shifted to Mr. Holland. "Several times dragged in? What crimes have his name been implicated in?" Leo asked. "Illegal alcohol smuggling. It happened six years ago. He put alcohol containing methanol-a dangerous alcohol substance-into bottles of alcohol with normal content. It was a year when many methanol alcohol victims were scattered, they suffered retinal damage and many hospitals experienced a surge in treatment for methanol alcohol victims. "That's why the distribution of alcohol containing methanol is strictly prohibited. The police investigated the various parties involved
"Then?" asked Leo as he raised both eyebrows. He was increasingly deliberately pretending to give a look of dislike. "I don't think it's appropriate for you to say that to someone who has contributed. You know it's not an easy thing to negotiate with Mr. Pablo so that he-" "What did you do with Mr. Pablo before negotiating with Mr. Walter?" interrupted Mr. Jonsen. Leo stopped speaking and froze for a few seconds. He noticed the sharp and fierce gaze emitted from Mr. Jonsen's eyes. There was ambition in those eyes as well-the ambition to push Leo into admitting how his strategy was. "I didn't do anything, I already answered your question in the room," Leo retorted. "I'm not like you who might bribe some investors or fellow business partners before formal negotiations, to get them to give you money." Mr. Jonsen frowned. Instantly his jaw hardened and the look in his eyes became even angrier. "Don't just talk! I have very good negotiation skills, no one, not even you who ma
"Mr. Leo, someone is waiting to see you in the VIP room." Leo's eyebrows furrowed at Bram's words. Leo briefly looked at Bram as if asking who was coming, then Bram replied by shaking his head. "That person asked not to mention his name in front of you," Bram explained. "Should I come there now?" asked Leo. "They seem urgent to talk to you." Leo finally looked at Mr. Pedro and the staff. "I really appreciate your hospitality. Sorry, I have to meet someone who wants to talk to me now. It's an urgent situation," Leo excused himself. It wasn't long before Leo stepped out again with Bram. Followed by two bodyguards who led them to the VIP room. "Why won't they tell us who they are, Bram?" Leo asked. "I don't understand, Mr. Leo. Maybe it was to get you to meet him, but he should have made an appointment first." "Either he's so desperate, or he's someone from the conglomerate that the rules don't apply to him," replied a guessing Leo. The elevator opened. They rushed to the VIP
"What did he say?! How could he ask you to be his family's son-in-law-" "Dad, stop, speak slowly," said Leo who was forced to interrupt Mr. Holland. His face was panicked as he looked around. Mr. Holland paused for a moment, then let out an exasperated breath. For a moment Mr. Holland closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking very seriously. "Wait, I need time to think. Why is he like that?" asked Mr. Holland. Leo grimaced. His guess was right that Mr. Holland would be very annoyed at his words. "He should have realized what he had done to you. After years of tormenting and humiliating you, now he wants to make you his son-in-law again?" Mr. Holland asked. What Mr. Holland said was something Leo was thinking. The two of them must have had the same thoughts. "I'm confused too, Mr. Holland. I didn't expect that he would say something like that. When he asked me to talk, I already said that I wouldn't accept any talk beyond the topic of the Grand Ocean construction."
"That's right. The investors agreed to build the Araizona home resort because the land was very strategic. The investors are eyeing a huge profit for them." Unbeknownst to Mr. Walter and the five men around him, Leo was walking with a tray in hand. Leo was disguised as a club waiter. With a very sharp and wary look at Mr. Walter, Leo approached the VVIP table. "Excuse me, these are your drink orders," Leo said in greeting. The gazes of Mr. Walter and the five foreign men on the VVIP sofa instantly shifted to Leo. They seemed to invite Leo to put down a few shots and two bottles of alcohol. "Are there any orders you'd like to add?" Leo asked. Mr. Walter immediately shook his head. "There's no need. You can leave now," Mr. Walter replied. Leo glanced at Hans who was on the top floor-the floor where the club's electrical connections were located. Hans had deliberately disguised himself as an electrician. Where he was, Hans gave a thumbs up as a code that everything was fine. Fi