Chapter 662 Trying to Please Zac
“Hahaha… Wait. Let me send you a photo.” Conrad put the call on speaker before sending Zac a photo of Matthew in his current state. He cackled and said, “Look at him now. Nothing gives me greater satisfaction.” A few seconds later, Zac received the photo.
After clicking into it, he couldn’t help but frown. “Tsk tsk… He looks so pitiful. I wouldn’t have believed that this is Matthew Kings if it hadn’t been for the other half of his face.” “I know, right?”
“Leave him be for now. It might come in handy in the future.” Zac stroked his jaw. “Seems like Troy Ritter is a pretty ruthless fellow. There’s no telling what he might do, so make sure to keep him well-protected. It’d be a great loss to lose such an able man.”
“He didn’t even manage to kill Matthew even though he was that close. Are you sure he can be trusted?”
Conrad was overwhelmingly cautious whenever it came to people that were related to Matthew. That included Troy.
“It just proves that Matthew’s a hard man to kill. My men saw with their own eyes how the three shots were fired right at Matthew’s heart, and yet, he still survived.”
Zac shook his head and commented, “Still, even though he’s not dead, he’s still useless now and not someone we need to be afraid of anymore. Alas, with one less rival around, it feels like things would be a little boring from now on. Hahahaha…”
“You have a point.” Conrad chuckled along with Zac. Matthew’s presence used to be Conrad’s greatest threat. He even went through all that effort to locate his child just for the sake of taking over Spinfluence Group.
However, in the three months since Matthew’s disappearance, even though he didn’t have his child as a bargaining chip, he was still able to take over Spinfluence Group with great ease. He wasn’t keen on taking care of the child that b*tch Yvonne gave birth to anyway.
Whenever he saw that child, he would get flashbacks of Veronica destroying his manhood, and he would be overwhelmed with the urge to choke that child to death.
After giving an update on Matthew’s situation, Conrad recalled the actual purpose of him making the phone call, so he said, “I’m trying to take over Halston Technology which is still under Matthew’s name. The company is currently researching unmanned aerial vehicles (UAV), and they’ve reached the last few stages. Once they’ve succeeded, they’ll have made a giant leap into the aviation industry and will definitely have one foot through the door when it comes to military contracts. If…”
“Go ahead and say how much.”
The moment Conrad started speaking, Zac knew that he was asking for money.
“Halston Technology’s most valuable asset is the core technology for their UAV. I heard that Matthew invested several billion into the research. We need to either think of a way to acquire the company itself or acquire the entire operation that handles the core technology research. Whichever one it is, it’s still going to cost a lot of money.”
Conrad didn’t report an actual figure. He merely gave a broad overview of the situation to Zac.
When it came down to it, Zac was the one holding the purse strings, so Conrad did not have a say.
“Do I look like an ATM to you? Ever since you took over Spinfluence Group, I’ve pumped in about 15 billion in funding and investments. Are you asking me to fork out a few billion more now? Do you think I print the money myself?”
Zac slammed his hand against the desk in fury as he growled, “It’s been three months. I’ve only seen several hundred thousand in profit. When am I ever going to make my money back?”
“You hold the majority stake in all the projects you invested in, so you’ll receive the bulk of the profits once the money starts coming in, but this will take time, right?”
“Hmph. Don’t bother giving me excuses. I—”
Zac was about to continue his rant when Conrad cut him off. “When are you coming to Bloomstead? It’s been a long time since I last saw you. I miss you.”
That left Zac speechless for a moment.
He flicked his blonde hair aside as his blue eyes deepened. He chuckled and asked, “Are you missing me or the ‘little me’?”
Conrad’s face was contorted with disgust, but he pretended to be calm. “There’s no difference.”
