Thorne nodded and glanced at the number displayed on his phone.
Seeing the name "Young Master Reynolds" on the screen, Thorne’s scalp tingled. He immediately stood up, quickly answering the call, and respectfully bowed his head as he spoke: “Hello, sir. What can I do for you?"
The fat man across from him was confused. A single phone call could make Thorne act so deferentially? The person on the other end must be extremely important!
Out of politeness, due to the fat man’s presence, Thorne didn’t mention Alexander’s name.
The fat man had hosted this banquet for Thorne, hoping to use him to get acquainted with Alexander and cozy up to him.
But Thorne had no intention of helping the fat man curry favor with Alexander. After all, Thorne had worked hard to cling to Alexander’s golden thigh
