Elliot Holloway felt both shocked and flattered, knowing that his status in the Imperial City wasn't low.
But this man's status was not something he could compare to.
He smiled and replied, "Mr. Chuck, my last name is Holloway, from the Holloway Family in the Imperial City. We met in Melbourne last year."
Faye gave a nonchalant "Oh."
His face was stern, making people instinctively hold their breath, afraid that a larger breath might offend him.
Elliot knew that Mr. Chuck's attitude towards people was always like this—cold to the point of despair, and of course, it was related to his status.
He didn't want the atmosphere to grow cold; this rare opportunity meant he had to get closer to this person.
If Mr. Chuck was willing to make things easier for him, then his status in the Holloway Family would be stable, and Old Man Holloway would definitely give him the Holloway Group.
He smiled and asked, "Mr. Chuck, you're out here alone, is safety a concern?"
When meeting this man in Melbourne, because he needed this man's help, there were layers of people protecting him, all the bodyguards giving off a chilling aura, and a strict screening process was necessary to meet him.
At that time, Elliot waited in Melbourne for a month, using many connections, before he was fortunate enough to meet him.
Living a privileged life for so long, Elliot felt for the first time a sense of class.
Not at the top, but at the bottom!
The circle of high society is said to be a big circle, but in reality, it's composed of countless small circles.
With Elliot's current net worth, he was nowhere near reaching his circle.
Faye gave a gentle "Hmm."
Elliot was a bit puzzled; did this "Hmm" mean safe or not safe?
As he was puzzled, Faye's voice sounded again, "I'm on a vacation now and have no life assistant."
Elliot was initially confused, but then his eyes lit up.
Although he didn't yet understand what Mr. Chuck meant by vacation, he understood that Mr. Chuck had given him an opportunity.
He quickly took out his business card and handed it to Faye with both hands, "Mr. Chuck, this is my business card, with my private phone number on it. Available 24/7, feel free to ask if you need anything."
Faye accepted it, put it in his pocket, and said lightly, "My Chinese name is Faye."
Elliot smiled and nodded, understanding the meaning—concealing identity.
Indeed, one shouldn't casually speak of this person's identity.
However, how could he trust him? There was only one possibility: he didn't actually remember Elliot Holloway, but had already investigated him, knowing his detailed background.
For some reason, he felt a sudden chill in his limbs.
Turning to leave, Faye seemed to remember something, looked back at Elliot, and said, "Who was that person who went to greet you just now?"
Elliot was slightly stunned and reflexively asked, "Why?"
"Unsightly." Faye's voice was indifferent, his tone icy.
Leaving that remark, he left without looking back.
Elliot was stunned again, then understood. It seemed that Jasper Vance, who was just standing in front of Faye's table, greeted him not because he knew Faye, but rather offended him.
Thinking of this, Elliot's face darkened. That lack of tact—how could the Holloway Group cooperate with their Vance Family?