Ethan looked around and noticed no one was paying attention to him. He turned to Marcos, "I need a


    trantor."


    He was the Abaza family''s dedicatedwyer, not Marcos''.


    The elders in the Abaza family did not regard Marcos highly. Naturally, Ethan viewed him in a simr


    light. At the end of day, the family''s legacy would never be Marco''s to take.


    "It''s been arranged," replied Marcos offhandedly, despite Ethan''s huffy attitude towards him.


    Marcos knew Ethan looked down on him, but he could not be bothered to argue right now.


    After all, the whole family treated him with contempt. Thus, those who relied on the family for a living


    looked down on him too.


    There was no point in squabbling with people like Ethan, who oozed condescension.


    Ethan snorted, "How stingy of the president of T Corporatio. There are three of us, yet he only


    arranged for two cars for us. He even brought that woman along."


    No one bothered to respond.


    Marcos was busy replying to his assistant''s message on his phone, while Kastov, who sat beside him,


    closed his eyes and dozed off.


    Lliam could not understand Russian. He just drove silently toward the hotel.


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    Jason had arranged for them to stay in the most luxurious hotel in A city. Ethan looked at the tall


    building in front of him and made a sound of disapproval.


    Marcos knew he was about toin. "This is the most luxurious hotel in A city. It''s also designed by


    T Corporation. Pretty good, huh?" said Marcos, with his eyebrows raised pointedly.


    Kastov knew why Marcos said so, so he went along with it, "It''s spectacr. That exins why M


    Group would cooperate with T Corporation. This building''s design is impressive."


    "Is that it? The best hotel in our country is a million times better than this one. I''ve never stayed in such


    a lousy hotel," said Ethan. His tone was full of dissatisfaction.


    Marcos and Kastov ignored him and walked straight in.


    Jason was already waiting inside the hotel. After he asked for their passports, he booked three suites


    for them at the front desk and handed the room keys to each of them.


    Luke, who stood beside Marcos, told them, "I''ll wait for you downstairs."


    "Okay." nodded Marcos before following Jason and the hotel staff upstairs.


    After they walked into the elevator, Ethan arrogantly asked, "What are you going to doter?"


    Marcos pretended that he didn''t know Ethan was talking to him.


    When Marcos did not answer him, Ethan coldly sneered, "Marcos, I''m talking to you!"


    "Oh, you were talking to me.” smiled Marcos, amused. “We''re having a meeting with Mr. Crawford


    later," said Marcos before slowly turning his head to look at him. His expression was the epitome of


    arrogance.


    Even though Marcos hated it, he was used to hiding his emotions given that he saw these people''s


    faces every day.


    "I''m going too," sneered Ethan. He was worried that Marcos would do something behind his back. His


    mission this time was to get Matysh back to his country safely.


    The charges against him would be dropped once Matysh returned to Russia. He would not be


    imprisoned either.


    However, Ethan was afraid that Marcos would interfere with their ns and affect the progress of the


    matter.


    After all, if Matysh could not return to his country and was imprisoned in A City, the biggest beneficiary


    of his imprisonment would be Marcos.


    "Mr. Ethan, I''m sorry, but you can''t attend this meeting as it involves ourpany''s confidential


    information," said Marcos, his eyes darkening. It was evident that his family had all their guards up.


    Ethan was like a security camera, constantly monitoring every move Marcos made.


    "I have no interest in yourpany''s secrets. And I won''t steal them," promised Ethan.


    Kastov sneered, "Hold on there, Mr. Ethan. If the coboration between M Group and T Corporation is


    leaked, it will be detrimental to bothpanies. It''s gonnae down on your head when they


    investigate. Are you going to cooperate or not?"


    Ethan was taken aback when the man who had been quiet all along suddenly spoke up for Marcos.


    "Who do you think you are? It''s none of your business," retorted Ethan.


    "I''m just reminding you not to get into trouble, or else you''ll only have yourself to me," said Kastov in


    a cold voice as his eyes turned dark.


    Ethan shuddered and frowned. He was about to fly into a fit of rage when Marcos spoke, "Mr. Ethan,


    the project that M Group is coborating with T Corporation involves a lot of confidential information.


    You''re not part of this project, but you insisted on attending the meeting. Can you guarantee that you''ll


    be able to bear the consequences if something happens?"


    It was a multi-billion dor project. Marcos was betting that Ethan would not take on such responsibility.


    Ethan was the family''swyer and from a coteral family line.


    However, he had never been in charge of M Group''s legal affairs.


    Old Master Abaza did not allow him to be the corporatewyer. After all, if Ethan knew too much


    about thepany affairs. There would only be downsides for the family.


    Ethan frowned but did not say anything more.


    Marcos and Kastov exchanged nces with each other. After they walked out of the elevator, they


    headed to their respective suites with their room keys.


    Ethan''s suite was at the very end which required a turn.


    Marcos and Kastov''s suite was right opposite each other’s.


    Ethan watched as the two of them entered their suite before he coldly brushed his card and entered his


    room.


    Jason was waiting outside the suite.


    Ten minutester, Marcos and Kastov came out at the same time. Both of them were wearing different


    clothes after briefly tidying themselves up.


    "Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Doyle. Let''s go," apologized Marcos politely.


    "Sure, Mr. Marcos, Mr. Kastov. This way, please," smiled Jason, leading them towards the elevator.


    While they were in the elevator, Marcos asked, "Did hee out just now?"


    "Are you referring to thewyer? He hasn''te out since he went into his suite," replied Jason.


    Although he could not speak Russian, he had been studying thenguage. Listening would not be a


    problem to him.


    Jason could sense that Ethan intended to keep an eye on Marcos.


    Marcos nodded.


    Ethan was too scared to follow through with his persistence, but it was what Marcos had expected.


    Old Master Abaza had made a poor miscalction in sending awyer to keep watch of Marcos while


    he dealt with Matysh’s matter.


    Marcos had even suggested to Old Master Abaza, that they should look for the bestwyer in A City to


    defend Matysh.


    Old Master Abaza had always looked down on foreigners and refused to listen to his suggestions. That


    was why Ethan was assigned as thewyer.


    Ethan had no knowledge of thews in A City. There was nothing much he could help with even if he


    had a legal trantor with him


    Hence, the moment Marcos learned that Old Master Abaza had sent Ethan over along with him, he


    knew Matysh’s fate had been sealed.


    However, it did not matter to Marcos whether Matysh was detained in A City. What he really wanted


    was to find his biological mother and uncover the truth about his past.


    If someone in the family had wronged them, he would make them regret doing so.


    Ding. The elevator rang, and the doors slowly opened.


    "Come on, I heard Mr. Crawford prepared the finest wine for us. I can''t wait to taste it,” said Marcos


    cheerily.. He smiled and walked into the elevator.