CHAPTER 125 Mr Hudson

The CEO

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My secretary came in. "Mr. Wesley, a man is here to see you. He said he has an urgent appointment with you. He's an investigator."

I jolted up. "Let him in." Shortly, a slim, very tall man with messy hair down to his brow level walked in, a lazy expression in his eyes.

Zach got up. "Hudson! It's been a while." They both shook hands.

"Zach, my man, it’s been ages. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you."

I got up as he walked toward me. "Seems you two are quite close."

"Something like that," Zach replied.

"You must be Mr. Wesley. I've heard a lot about you—the name that's always in the headlines. It's an honor to meet you." He stretched his hand out to me.

A smirk wove its way onto my lips.

"You flatter me too much." "Mr.?"

"Hudson Grenville," he replied.

"Ah, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grenville."

From what I could tell, he was around my age group. The word "lazy" seemed to describe him effortlessly—from the way he walked, spoke, and even the look in his eyes. He did