Chapter 639

The gold-rimmed glasses caught the flicker of the basement’s swaying light. Beneath the slicked-back hair was the textbook face of a corporate elite, his tailored suit fitting like a second skin—an outfit copied straight out of the Employee Image Handbook.

Oliver ground his molars unconsciously. Just looking at the man made his temples throb. That inborn sense of superiority, those trash-scanning eyes—every detail provoked the urge to plant a straight right into his nose.

“So this is the ‘cargo’ we came to pick up?”