He and Zachary weren't exactly close, but they were at least acquaintances.
In their world, you see each other often enough that it wouldn't make sense to let small matters create a rift.
What do these big bosses, these tycoons, care about the most?
Isn't it all about their precious little reputation?
Scar was a smart guy; he knew to give people what they wanted.
He immediately had someone drive him to PurpleGold Group.
"Miss, could you let Mr. Johnson know that an old friend, Scar, is here to see him?"
Playing the game, setting the stage, it was all about face, Scar, keeping his cool, told the receptionist.
The young receptionist looked up, startled by Scar's intimidating visage. Behind him were dozens of men in black suits, clearly no strangers to the underworld.
She quickly dia
