Chapter 35 The Boss Has a Woman by His Side
Sebastian looked anxiously at Donovan, but the man no longer met his gaze. Instead, he picked up his pen and prepared to sign.
Sebastian clenched his teeth and stomped his foot.
"I'll be honest with you! I am Sebastian! Donovan, didn't you want to talk to me in person? Well, let’s talk right now!"
Donovan finally stopped what he was doing and looked up.
"Nathan—no, wait! Perhaps I should call you Sebastian. Since this is a partnership, it only works if both sides benefit. Fair enough?”
“Yeah!”
Sebastian didn’t quite grasp Donovan’s meaning and waved his hand at him. "Then let's wipe the slate clean on what happened before. We'll still be friends from now on!"
"Mm, friends." Donovan nodded and lightly tapped the contract in his hand with the pen.
"You want this vehicle and a cut of the profits from my arms shipments crossing the border. In return, I want control of the coastline and the lease to build a military base at Voss Harbor.”
Hearing this, Sebastian refused without hesitation.
"That's out of the question! Trade imports and exports are one thing, but a military base is no joke. No way—absolutely not!”
"With the backing of the military of the Helvetian Free State, all you need to do is grant me the lease. In the end, all three parties will benefit.”
“Well…” Sebastian hesitated.
Donovan raised his left hand slightly and made a simple gesture.
The next second, a red dot suddenly appeared between Sebastian’s eyebrows.
Immediately afterward, red laser reticles appeared one after another on the foreheads or chests of the four bodyguards behind him.
"Be careful. Move, and you’re dead,” Donovan warned with a faint smile.
“Donovan, what do you mean?” Sebastian said unhappily.
Donovan raised an eyebrow at him.
“Nothing. Just curious. If you were to die in an accident abroad, would your younger brother turn himself in or continue living under your identity? He'd be forced into a deal with MG Corporation, which holds his political scandals.”
Sebastian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"No wonder you wasn't the least bit surprised by my true identity. So you knew all along and had everything set up in advance?”
“Of course,” Donovan chuckled lightly with a touch of sarcasm. "If I didn't know who my business partner was, what would be the point of doing business? Don’t you agree, Sebastian?"
The die was cast. Sebastian had no way out.
When he opened his eyes, he suppressed the shock and anger in his gaze. Instead, he forced a conciliatory smile toward Donovan.
"Donovan, the Republic of Vibia certainly needs firepower support. No one would turn down such a mutually beneficial arrangement. I look forward to working with you!”
Three minutes earlier, on the second floor of an abandoned bungalow about eight hundred meters from the handover house, Harrison crouched expressionlessly behind six sniper rifles.
They had agreed to work together, but Wright—perhaps trusting him too much—hadn’t shown his face once.
Harrison let out a soft sigh.
Suddenly, his right ear twitched slightly as he heard a faint rustle behind him.
Here it comes!
Harrison released the rifle, spun around, and threw a punch. The fierce wind from his fist sliced through the stifling air, only to be blocked by the other man’s raised hand.
It wasn’t Wright—it was Flynn.
“Lynx?” Harrison was somewhat surprised.
"Damn, you can sense me even when I’m holding my breath! You really live up to the name 'Maned Leopard.' No wonder the boss only wants to take you with him wherever he goes.”
"You're not half bad yourself." Harrison withdrew his fist, crouched down again, and pressed his eye to the scope. “What are you doing here? Aren't you on a mission?"
"Just a small one—taking Corbin out to see the world. It wrapped up last night. We were passing through on the way back, so I had Corbin land the helicopter on that deserted island over there, and I stopped by to check things out.”
Harrison furrowed his brow. “You just parked it there like that? Weren’t you worried about alerting the local police?”
"I picked the spot. They won't find it for at least three days! Besides, Corbin’s keeping watch. It’s you guys who...”
Flynn glanced at the sniper rifles in front of him.
"A single ticket to this auto show costs thirty thousand. Security must be tight. How did you get all these guns in here?"
Harrison replied calmly, "At the pre-race auction, the boss made eighty million from the organizers. These were included in the terms we negotiated beforehand.”
"The Boss is truly the Boss—he's something else..." Flynn raised an eyebrow. "Anyway, enough of that nonsense. I’m here on business.”
Nine out of ten things that came out of Flynn’s mouth were boring.
Harrison wasn’t the least bit interested. He kept his eyes fixed on the scope and didn’t respond.
Flynn didn’t seem to mind. He pulled his sniper rifle from behind him, crouched down beside Harrison, and peered through the scope, though he looked restless.
"I heard from Wright that the Boss has a woman on the side. Who is she? Point her out to me!”
Sure enough, this wasn’t going to end well.
Harrison glanced at the sniper rifle in Flynn’s hands. "You brought yours in, too, didn't you?" He lowered his voice in exasperation. "How many lives do you have? Are you crazy enough to follow Wright’s lead?"
Aside from Wright, Flynn was probably the only one in the entire Silver Fox Team who dared to pry into Donovan’s private affairs.
Given Wright’s temperament, the only reason he was survived under the boss’ command this long was their sixteen-year bond—a friendship forged through life and death.
And, of course, his skills!
But Flynn wasn’t like Wright.
If he crossed that line, the boss wouldn’t let him off the hook.
So even though Harrison’s tone was harsh, it was actually a well-meaning warning.
Flynn picked up on it, shrugged indifferently, and flashed a grin at Harrison, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"No big deal! At worst, the boss will take half my life away. Who hasn't been through that? The Boss picking up women! That's way more exciting than completing a mission. How could I possibly resist looking?"
Harrison shook his head helplessly. "The one on the red sofa."
"I see her. It's the one in the tight skirt, right? Holy crap, that body! She has curves in all the right places, and she’s really pretty too. The boss really has great taste!"
Harrison sensed that something was off. He turned to glance through his scope and realized Juniper had sat down next to Iris.
He said flatly, "Not her. The other one—the one with the bunny ears on her head.”
"Huh?" Flynn narrowed his eyes for a moment, then looked away with a strange expression. He turned to Harrison. "Are you sure? She’s that young? Is she even an adult?"
Harrison was taken aback. He was about to tell Flynn that Iris looked young but was actually eighteen.
But the next second, he suddenly stopped, opened his mouth, and said nothing.
Seeing Harrison’s hesitant expression, Flynn immediately understood and raised his sniper rifle to look again.
Milk had a calming effect, so as soon as Donovan brought Iris to the handover room, he instructed a server to bring her a cup of hot milk from the lounge.
Just then, the hot milk was handed to Iris.
When Flynn looked over, she was holding the cup and drinking it in big gulps.
Flynn immediately let out a gasp, startling Harrison, who jumped up and quickly covered his mouth.
“Holy crap! She's really drinking that milk like a kid! Mmm...”
Just then, Harrison’s phone rang.
He let go of Flynn, glanced at the caller ID, and thought to himself, Oh no. Without hesitating, he answered the call.
“Boss.”
Donovan paused shortly on the other end before speaking: “Are you dead?”
It seemed that Donovan and Sebastian had already finalized their deal. The moment Harrison jumped up, he missed Donovan’s signal to lower his gun.
Harrison thought to himself that he wasn’t dead, but Flynn was about to get him killed!
Harrison glared at Flynn and swept his leg out, knocking all five sniper rifles to the ground.
"I’m sorry, boss."
“Get over here.”
"Got it."