Wizard Earl

Chapter 603 Connor's Awkward Pretense

Standing up from the sofa, Martina changed the subject, continuing, "You've asked all your questions, now it's time to come with me! Old Victor is still waiting for you at the Oyar noodle factory!"

"Okay! I'll pack my things and come with you!"

Tusam responded, tidied up the house briefly, and then left with Martina.

Half an hour later, Martina and Tusam arrived at the small two-story building where old Victor of the Oyar noodle factory worked.

"Butler Victor, I've brought him to you. Ask him whatever you want!" Martina said coldly to the hunched-over old Victor sitting on the sofa, then turned and left without any hesitation.

Watching Martina's departing figure, old Victor's cloudy eyes remained unmoved. Only after Martina had left the small second floor did old Victor turn his gaze back to Tusam and slowly ask, "Mr. Tusam, how did you handle the matter I entrusted to you?"

"Butler Victor, with your extensive connections in Rune, you probably already know about this little thing, right? Since that's the case, why bother asking?" Tusam chuckled and said.

"I know what happened, but I want to hear it from you, Mr. Tusam, yourself!" Old Victor said calmly, looking at Tusam before him.

Under old Victor's gaze, Tusam, though he had mentally anticipated the situation, still felt a chill. He forced a calm shrug and said, "The problem is, I underestimated Connor Ferguson's strength. He killed four of my six men. I don't know where he's gone now. I'm looking for him, and once I find him, I'll bring his head back to you, Butler Victor!"

After Tusam finished speaking, old Victor gazed at him and said, "Besides that, Mr. Tusam, is there anything else you'd like to say to me?"

Under old Victor's intimidating gaze, Tusam instantly felt as if he were being stared at by a prehistoric monster! He immediately fell silent, but after a minute, perhaps unable to withstand the intimidating pressure from old Victor, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, I have failed your trust!"

After Tusam showed weakness, old Victor looked away from Tusam, and sensing this, Tusam instantly relaxed a lot.

"For the next week, I will have Martina assist you in secret. If you haven't brought Connor Ferguson's head to me by then, I will personally explain to Master Southgate!" Old Victor's deep and unquestionable voice echoed in the room.

Upon hearing what old Victor said, even Mr. Tusam, a "veteran actor," couldn't help but change his expression instantly. Although old Victor didn't explicitly say what he would explain to Southgate, Tusam knew very well that old Victor meant that if Connor Ferguson didn't die in a week, then the one who would die would probably be him, Tusam!

A barely perceptible glint of resentment flashed in his dark pupils. Tusam gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Rest assured, Butler Victor, either Connor Ferguson or I, Tusam, will be dead in a week!"

"Very good! Don't disappoint me, go down!" Upon hearing Tusam's statement, old Victor closed his eyes, waved his hand as if shooing away a fly, indicating that Tusam could leave.

Seeing Old Victor's attitude towards him, Tusam's face turned very ugly. However, now that Connor had suffered heavy losses, he naturally did not have the confidence to be as presumptuous as before. He could only remain silent and walk out of the room.

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Noon, Milin Hotel, West District of Luen.

"Hello sir, I'm sorry, our hotel is fully booked today. If you don't have a reservation, please come again tomorrow!" Seeing the handsome young blond man walk into the hotel, the middle-aged lobby manager, her eyes lighting up, went to greet him apologetically.

"My friend is waiting for me in VIP room number ten. Her name is Joanna!" the blond handsome man said casually.

"Please wait a moment, we need to check the reservation records!" The middle-aged lobby manager, with a wolf-like glint in her eye, couldn't help but glance at the young man again before reluctantly checking the records at the front desk. After confirming the young man's account was true a minute later, the middle-aged woman proactively said, "Room number ten was indeed reserved by a lady named Joanna. Would you like me to escort you there?"

"No need! This isn't my first time here!" The expressionless blond young man waved his hand and walked up the stairs on his own, leaving the middle-aged lobby manager alone, reluctant to leave.

The handsome young blond man arrived on the second floor of the hotel. After turning a few corners in the corridor, he stopped in front of a private room. However, before he could knock, the door opened automatically, and Margaret's teasing voice came through.

"Connor, I'm quite surprised you went to such lengths to disguise yourself. How's it going with this middle-aged woman's love at first sight?"

Upon hearing Margaret's telepathic message, the handsome young blond man entered the private room and casually closed the door. His handsome face immediately became blurry, and when it became clear again a few seconds later, it turned into Connor's face. However, Connor's face looked as gloomy as the bottom of a pot, as if his encounter in the hotel lobby had left him very depressed!

"Someone might be watching me lately, so to avoid attracting attention, I'm planning to change my disguise..." After hesitating for a moment, Connor tried somewhat helplessly to explain what had just happened to Margaret, who was wearing a mocking expression.

"Seriously, Connor, your disguise just now was pretty good. Before, you either looked like a thug or a middle-aged man, which didn't suit your image at all!" Margaret winked at Connor and said.

Connor shook his head with a wry smile. He hadn't expected that his impulsive experiment would turn out this way. That day, after retrieving all the letters from all the mailboxes in his apartment, he quickly found the secret letter Margaret had sent him and swiftly analyzed the time and location recorded in it.

(End of this chapter)