Chapter 163


    Josiah nodded firmly.


    “I was fishing at a creekst week. I happened to see him. I was shocked! Z, Marcus really looks


    like you…”


    Zephyr’s expression was turning grimmer.


    “But apart from your looks, there’s nothing else that’s simr between the two of you.” Josiah


    continued. “I was suspicious, so I got someone to investigate. I can’t believe we found out that


    Marcus didn’t die at all.


    “He offended a few gangs in Jangasas after getting out of prison. He even had a finger chopped off


    for not paying his debt. He was chased out of Jangasas.”


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    Zephyr said nothing while Fredric widened his eyes in shock.


    “So…” Fredric snapped back to his senses. “Does that have something to do with Nichs?”


    “Z! Perhaps he found out from the beginning that you’re not Marcus!”


    A fierce gleam shed through Zephyr’s eyes.


    That was what he was worried about. He noticed that Nichs was weird from the few encounters


    before, so perhaps he knew something.


    Josiah licked his lips and stuttered, “C-Can it be that he’s your second uncle’s subordinate?”


    “We can’t rule out that possibility!” Zephyr lifted his eyes. “But there are too many suspicious


    factors. We can’t just conclude this just like that.”


    He recalled thest time when he went to the hot spring hotel with Cordelia. She had been startled


    by a homeless person at the beach.


    Now that he thought about it, that man should be Marcus!


    Zephyr clenched his fists, his eyes looking ferocious. “Since he’s still alive, let’s capture him


    immediately! If we let him loose on Splendor Mountain, we don’t know what troubles he might stir!”


    “Yes!” Josiah nodded. “I’ve secretly contacted my family to get them to keep this a secret, but we’ll


    do the best we can!”


    Zephyr nodded and patted his shoulder.


    After they left, he sat behind the counter alone quietly. His mind was in chaos.


    He took out Marcus’ ID, staring at that face that was simr to his.


    What Fredric said suddenly became clear to him.


    “Z, you reced Marcus to marry Cordelia. Byw, she’s his wife, while you’re still single… Your


    rtionship with her isn’t protected by thew at all!”


    He held tight to the ID, almost crushing the fragile card.


    Cordelia was Marcus’ wife…


    And that jerk was still alive!


    His heart was pounding, and it was hard to breathe. He felt terrible, as if there was a rock pressing


    on his chest.


    …


    When Nichs arrived in Centrolis on the first ne in the morning, the sun had just risen. Yale had


    sent his men to wait at the VIP exit.


    He nodded courteously, getting into the luxurious MPV that Yale had arranged for him. Soon, he


    arrived at the Hamertons’ private club.


    Yale was having breakfast.


    Blood oozed when the fork and knife cut through the almost raw steak. His eyes lit up. He dipped


    his finger in the blood immediately and sucked it.


    Nichs frowned, and a hint of disgust shed through his face.


    “Hah,e eat with me?” Yale said in a yful tone.


    Nichs rejected tly. “Thank you, sir. I’ve eaten.”


    “Let’s have a drink, then.” Yale got his man to pour him a ss of red wine. It was handed to him.


    Nichs sat across the long table. That was not what he was used to. If he was to have a


    discussion with someone, he would sit somewhere that was best for talking, unlike what was


    happening now, where he sat as far as possible.


    Yale wiped his mouth with a napkin. He scoffed and signaled his subordinate to pass Nichs an


    envelope.


    He hesitated before opening it. There were only a few photos in it.