"I see…" Augustine's lips tilted into a smirk.
"Recently, we caught his informant from the head office," Gustave continued. "Luckily, we noticed him on time. Otherwise, he would have blown your cover. But don't worry—it's all settled now. We only fed him the message we wanted him to deliver. Right now, both father and son are gushing with pride, believing they are winning this game."
A faint glint of ruthless satisfaction flickered in his eyes. "But in the end, they'll find themselves crushed—we will be the real winners."
The smirk deepened on Augustine's face. "What's the update about Nathan and Mr. Oliver?"
"I've already checked what Mr. Oliver is up to. With his help, you'll get what is rightfully yours."
Before Gustave could go on, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the caller ID, and his expression shifted instantly.
"I need to take this call," he muttered, stepping a pace away. He swiped the screen and lifted the phone to his ear.
"Hello…"
