Chapter 1573 - 1572: Holy Shit... He’s Actually an Arms Dealer!

Chapter 1573: Chapter 1572: Holy Shit... He’s Actually an Arms Dealer!

Driver: "!!!!!"

Shit!

Almost pressed the brake thinking it was the accelerator. After all, he’s a very experienced driver, but he nearly made a rookie mistake.

The assistant was so scared his gold-rimmed glasses fell off his face.

He nearly choked on his own saliva!

"Mr. Gale, what did you, what did you say?? Not only does Miss Grant need to be disabled, but you want to bring down the Grant Group and transfer its 20 billion assets to Miss Eva Nightingale?"

According to investigations.

The Grant Group is a famous family on the Sovereign Empire’s list, standing strong for a century. Currently, the entire Grant Family maintains good relationships with many wealthy families and collaborates with numerous top one hundred enterprises; bringing down the Grant Family is not an easy task, as the Grant Group is not just any ordinary nouveau riche, dealing with them is genuinely not that simple.

Of course, in today’s world, the Bennett Clan is the number one Mafia spanning various nations, and Victor Gale is not only the former leader of Bennett but also the CEO of Gale Enterprises.

While holding billions of assets, he is also an extremely capable and ambitious man. Gale Enterprises operates across multiple sectors such as real estate, beauty, and fashion, all of which are the most luxurious brands known worldwide.

Because of this, even though Eliana Beckett is the mistress of Bennett, she still has to respectfully call him Mr. Gale.

*

A few hours later, the luxurious private jet landed in Sovereign Capital.

The assistant had already arranged everything in advance. It was early dawn, with a layer of mist lingering in the air.

The vibrant lights, bustling traffic embody this city that never sleeps.

And this time is when the midnight crowd is at its peak.

Upon arriving in Sovereign Capital, the assistant arranged a special car to transport the man to the most luxurious Seven-star hotel in the Empire — Nightfall Palace.

Everywhere you look, you can see top custom limited-edition luxury cars, indicating the sheer number of wealthy people. Almost every day, there’s an extremely grand party at this Seven-star hotel.

Presidential Suite.

"Ding—"

The man swiped his card and walked in. The long journey was indeed tiring, worried Eva Nightingale might feel awkward and not be able to accept it, so he didn’t go to see her immediately.

Instead, he chose to stay at the hotel first.

-

In the nearby presidential suite.

Eva Nightingale took a shower, wearing a burgundy slip dress.

The bruise on her head had faded significantly and her complexion looked much healthier.

She walked over to the study on the soft, thick Persian carpet.

Looking through the window.

Lucas Knight was sitting at the desk, on the small leaf red sandalwood table before him, with a laptop placed on it, his charming lips opening and closing.

He was having a video meeting with the people from the Presidential Mansion.

There was a situation over there, and he was supposed to rush to the Presidential Mansion himself, but since Eva Nightingale’s injury had not healed, he had no choice but to stay, he had to stay.

So he held a video meeting instead.

He was very focused, and Eva Nightingale did not disturb him. Watching him, she didn’t even realize she was captivated by his handsome profile.