As they stepped back into the room, Irene was already dressed, her voice dripping with bitterness. "If Mr. Wilde had just agreed to my father's request, we wouldn't be in this situation. My father asked me to ask you, Mr. Wilde—what will it take to make you agree?"
Luxury mansions, priceless treasures, beautiful women—none of it could even begin to sway Stephen.
Both Irene and her father were close to despair.
Stephen tapped his fingers lightly against the table, thinking for a moment before responding. "Helping you clean up your image is no problem, but in return, you'll need to do a few things for me."
Irene's face lit up with relief at the mention of a deal. "Please, Mr. Wilde, go ahead."
"First, track down a man nicknamed 'Fatty'. He's been active around Southeast Asia. Second, no
