Chapter 155: A Talk with Steve
Off to the side, William sat there eating fries, casually recording everything on his phone.
To be honest, in all the time since he'd transmigrated here, he had never seen Frank this obedient.
This moment? Definitely worth preserving.
But that little act quickly caught Frank's attention.
"Hey, William… could you lend me a car? For Fiona's sake? Please?"
There was a clear hint of pleading in Frank's voice.
William didn't answer immediately. He glanced at him thoughtfully.
Coincidentally, he was planning to visit the chop shop anyway.
So he nodded.
"Sure. No problem. I'll have someone drive it over to the Alibi tomorrow morning."
Frank hadn't expected such an easy agreement.
For a moment, he just froze, not knowing what to say.
"You rude, useless piece of crap—thank him!"
Peggy snapped, instantly irritated at his reaction.
Startled, Frank quickly muttered, "Th-thank you…"
Honestly, seeing Frank like this was hilarious to William.
He couldn't help but think—keeping Frank under Peggy's control like this forever might actually be pretty entertaining.
So he stood up, patted Frank on the shoulder.
"I'll go get the car ready."
At the same time, he quietly removed the [pancreatic cancer] from Frank's body as well.
"Oh, right—Peggy. If you need a gun, check out the red-light district."
With that casual reminder, William turned and left the Alibi.
Peggy found that last sentence a bit odd—but if someone was willing to help, she wasn't about to complain.
Still… she glanced at Frank.
How did this idiot get more useless with age?
She suddenly had the urge to smack him.
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Meanwhile…
After leaving the Alibi, William headed straight to the chop shop.
"Hey, Simon. Seen Steve lately?"
Simon, a welder at the shop, nodded.
"Steve? Yeah, he showed up again recently. No idea where he struck gold, but he's loaded now. Hits high-end nightclubs every day."
William raised an eyebrow.
"High-end clubs? Steve? You sure?"
Honestly, he found that hard to believe.
After all, Steve was currently impotent.
What exactly was he doing at a nightclub?
Just… using his hands to entertain himself?
Or maybe… going to those kinds of clubs Ian liked?
"Yeah," Simon continued. "A place called Grey Moth. Members-only. Regular people can't even get in."
William's expression shifted slightly.
That… sounds suspicious.
A lot of these so-called high-end clubs were just fronts—places where the so-called elite gathered for drugs and other indulgences.
Considering Steve's connection to Nando's daughter, it wasn't hard to guess where his money came from.
William rubbed his chin.
Looks like I should check that place out tonight.
"By the way, Simon—get me a pickup truck. Tomorrow morning, six o'clock. Deliver it to the Alibi for a guy named Frank."
As he spoke, William tossed over a roll of cash—mostly twenties, a few hundred dollars in total.
Simon caught it with a grin.
"Got it, boss. I'll have it there on time."
After settling things, William pulled out his phone and called Fiona.
Beep… beep…
He briefly explained his plans for the evening, then hung up.
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After grabbing a quick dinner, William headed to the address Simon had given him—
The Grey Moth Club.
The place was incredibly discreet.
Right on a main road—but easy to miss if you weren't paying attention.
Inside, it was just a small room.
An elevator.
And a man in a suit standing guard in front of it.
"Good evening, sir. The elevator is out of order today. We're closed."
William had already heard about this setup from Simon.
So he didn't argue.
He simply turned and walked out.
Then decided to wait for Steve instead.
Back outside, William got into his AMG and settled in.
And just like that—
He waited for hours
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A car slowly rolled into the parking lot near the Grey Moth Club.
A Porsche 911.
Jimmy stepped out, dressed in a dark blue shirt, and shut the door with a solid thud.
Not far away, William caught the scene immediately.
There was no need to guess—
that 911 was definitely stolen by Jimmy.
Shaking his head, William opened his own car door and stepped out.
"Hey, Jimmy!"
Jimmy turned at the call and spotted him.
"William? What are you doing here?"
He looked genuinely confused.
William walked over, giving him a careful once-over.
Jimmy looked thinner than before. His complexion was off—slightly pale, lips faintly bluish. His body even trembled now and then.
Did that cheap father-in-law of his overdose him on drugs back in Brazil?
"I came here specifically to find you," William said.
He glanced around, lowering his voice slightly.
"Mind changing locations? Somewhere more… private. Like inside the Grey Moth."
Jimmy frowned. "How did you even know I'd be here?"
"Simon told me. Don't be shy—come on. I've got something to talk to you about."
William didn't give him any room to refuse.
Left with little choice, Jimmy led him toward the club entrance.
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At the elevator, the suited guard glanced at the two of them, paused for a second—
Then silently stepped aside.
Inside the elevator, William let go of Jimmy's shoulder and glanced at the panel.
There were only two buttons:
1st Floor
Grey Moth
He pressed the latter.
About a minute later—
Ding.
The doors slid open.
A wave of chatter and noise greeted them.
Before them stretched an extremely luxurious hall.
Yet, surprisingly, everything looked… normal.
Guests were chatting, drinking, socializing—nothing out of the ordinary.
No clouds of powder, no blatant debauchery—nothing like what William had expected.
Jimmy finally turned to him.
"Alright, we're inside now. What exactly do you want?"
He clearly didn't buy William's earlier excuse.
If William really needed something, it'd just be stealing a car—no need for all this secrecy.
To Jimmy, this whole thing just looked like William wanted him to act as a ticket inside.
William smirked slightly.
"What do I want?" he said casually.
"Didn't I already tell you?"
"I just want to have a little chat."