Damien quickly answered the call, not daring to breathe too loudly as he said nervously, "Hello, Mr. Yeager."On the other end, Timothy's voice was lazy and casual. "I need you to grab someone for me. I'll send you the location shortly. Do it as soon as possible.""Yes, Mr. Yeager!" Damien's expression was utterly subservient. He had been completely overwhelmed by Timothy's skills. Timothy was a man who single-handedly crushed the entire Valiant Hall—Damien could only worship him like a god.Outside, Isabelle's ears perked up. She vaguely heard Damien refer to the person on the other end as "Mr. Yeager". Instinctively, Timothy's image flashed in her mind, and her heart missed a beat. Could it be him?After the call ended, Isabelle walked back in. Damien's real name was Levi Harrison. Unable to suppress her curiosity, she cautiously asked, "Mr. Harrison, who is this Mr. Yeager you were just talking to?"Levi glanced at her. "Ms. Barton, do you remember the last time you asked
Fear gripped Freddy's eyes as he trembled and pleaded, "Sir, if I tell you everything, will you spare me? I was only the scapegoat, I didn't do anything else."Timothy kicked Freddy to the ground and pressed his foot against his throat. His voice was cold and devoid of emotion as he said, "Do you really think you're in any position to bargain with me?"Tears streamed down Freddy's face as he sobbed uncontrollably. "I was wrong. Sir, I'll tell you… The person who made me cover everything up… The one who was driving and hit your sister, it was Kyle Reginald, the scion of the Reginald family!"Timothy frowned. Kyle? He hadn't heard of this person. He glanced at Zack. "Do you know who this Kyle and the Reginald family are?"Zack nodded. "Chief, the Reginald family is just a small-time clan in Lormford City. If I'm not mistaken, they're likely attached to the Kramers—nothing significant.""The Kramers?" Timothy's frown deepened as he thought of Cassian.Freddy, lying on the ground,
Zack nodded with understanding, offering a light smile. "I see, Chief. So, are you planning to deal with Kyle tonight? Do you need me to send some men?""No need. Tonight, I'll handle it personally—I owe it to my sister to get justice myself." Timothy paused for a moment, then asked, "Have you checked on the situation with Norgon?"Zack's expression turned serious. "I've gathered some intel. It seems Norgon is indeed showing signs of rebellion, and there's a strong likelihood that they have backing from another force. Their main base is in Thorpeford City, just next to us. Should we take action now?"Timothy pondered for a few seconds before shaking his head. "No, let's not alert them just yet. Norgon isn't capable of causing much trouble at the moment. I'm more interested in seeing what the force behind them is planning. We'll wait.""Understood."Just then, Timothy's phone rang. Zack, sensing it wasn't a good time, discreetly stepped aside. Timothy glanced at the screen, raising
Turning around, Timothy strode toward the Astral House. At the entrance, a graceful figure stood with a smile on her face, watching him approach.As Timothy's gaze fell on her, he couldn't help but feel his heart race and his breath quickened.Today, Yvonne was dressed in a dark-colored, low-cut bodycon dress that hugged her curves, the white expanse of her chest especially captivating. She wore black stockings that accentuated her long, slender legs, topped off with high heels, exuding an irresistible allure.Those long legs… He imagined them draped over his shoulders.Timothy swallowed hard, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as his eyes roamed Yvonne's body.Yvonne blushed, giving Timothy a playful glare. "Mr. Yeager, your gaze is rather impolite."Timothy smirked. "You're mistaken—I'm not just impolite with my gaze."Before she could react, Timothy slyly squeezed her buttocks.Yvonne almost let out a scream. Her face turned scarlet, eyes shimmering with both shy
Xavier eagerly called out, "Mr. Yeager, you're here! Please, have a seat."Timothy settled down at the tea table. Grabbing a teacup, he poured himself some tea and gulped it down in one sitting. He wiped his mouth and remarked, "This tea is pretty mediocre."Both Xavier and the middle-aged man grimaced. A hint of scorn crossed the man's face while Xavier forced a smile and said, "Mr. Yeager, this is the West Lake Blend that costs nearly 4000 dollars per pound. But you think it's mediocre?"Timothy smiled. Just as he was about to elaborate, the middle-aged man frowned and snapped, "What does a brat like him know about tea? How ridiculous! Mr. Sterling, it's a mistake to be acquainted with someone like this."An awkward smile crossed Xavier's face. He quickly responded, "Mr. Quigley, please don't take it the wrong way. Mr. Yeager might not be well-versed in tea, but he's very talented in other areas!"Wiping his mouth, Timothy glanced at the middle-aged man. The surprise was pal
"It's not impossible. Shall I describe your symptoms for you?" Timothy said, taking another sip of tea. He smirked at Graham and continued, "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Quigley, you must be quite popular with the ladies. "It seems like you've been troubled by this condition for a long time, and you haven't been able to sleep well at night. You want to go to the hospital, but you're hesitant because of your status. Also, you—""Shut up!"Graham flushed with anger. He glowered at Timothy, his eyes flaring with murderous intent. Amused, Timothy lit a cigarette and fell silent. He merely flashed a smirk at Graham. Graham looked as if someone had punched the living daylights out of him. If word got out that he was diagnosed with the condition Timothy described, he'd be mortified. Exhaling heavily, he met Timothy's gaze and gave him a look. Perceptive as he was, Timothy immediately understood Graham's intent. He shot him a subtle smile, and they shared a moment of tacit understand
Utterly amazed, Graham gawked at Timothy. He had consulted other experts before, yet they merely used magnifying glasses to check for modern manufacturing traces and couldn't even provide a definitive answer. Now, seeing how knowledgeable Timothy was, he was flabbergasted. Xavier and Yvonne were equally impressed. They had already been shocked when Timothy helped them resolve the mysterious throne issue for their family, but they certainly hadn't expected him to be an expert in appraisal as well. Timothy was truly impressive. Xavier glanced at his granddaughter, Yvonne, and an idea crossed his mind. Perhaps introducing her to Timothy could be an excellent idea.While Graham was carefully examining the mirror, he suddenly exclaimed, "There is indeed a butterfly mark!"Timothy shrugged. "Then it's real. This mirror is worth at least 20 million dollars." With renewed respect, Graham met Timothy's gaze and discarded his previous scornful tone. "You're truly remarkable, Mr. Ye
Just then, Timothy came out of the restroom and spotted them in front of Graham's private room. Stunned, he realized it was Charlotte Shaw, the one who broke off her engagement with him that day. Why was she here?As Timothy walked over to Charlotte, she heard his footsteps and turned to look. She was taken aback when she realized that he was heading toward the private room.Visibly confused, she frowned and asked, "Timothy? What are you doing here?"Timothy narrowed his eyes. He eyed her and replied nonchalantly, "So it's you, Ms. Shaw. Why can't I be here?"Both Zachary and Yara were equally stunned. They turned toward Charlotte and asked, "Lottie, who's this? His name sounds familiar."Charlotte furrowed her brows. "Mom, Dad, he's the one I broke off my engagement with."Snapping back to her senses, Yara sized Timothy up and frowned upon seeing his attire. "Is he the trash collector you mentioned that day?"Charlotte bit her lip and nodded while Yara rolled her eyes, disdai