Chapter 345 All in This Together
“President Burton.” Frankie came to the balcony with the documents in his hands. “This is Westhill Golf Club’s business performance report for this quarter. The assessment has been made that it’s indeed better to resell this property than to redevelop it. What do you…” He talked on his own for a long time, only to realize that Justin wasn’t listening at all. “President Burton? What are you looking at?”
Following the direction in which the telescope in Justin’s hands was pointed, Frankie vaguely saw several figures walking in the distance on the lawn. The figures seemed to be those of a man and a woman followed by a few escorts. Who else could draw so much attention from President Burton other than Rachel? Surprised, Frankie said, “Why would we even run into her here?”
Justin’s expression was gloomy. “Did you find any information about Dillon Porter as I asked you to?”
Frankie was startled for a moment. Then, he replied with a troubled expression, “I did find some information, but they’re not very detailed.”
“Shoot.”
“Dillon Porter is an Astronian with Montenegro citizenship. The information shows that he runs a foreign trading company in Riverdale that specializes in import and export trade, but he rarely comes to Riverdale. Even if he does, he stays on board Golden Cruise. Oh, by the way, he’s on good terms with the two owners of the Jockey Club.”
Justin clenched his fists. “Get a few people to follow him.”
“Huh?” Frankie was startled. “President Burton, Dillon has a complicated background; even your uncle fawns on him respectfully. It’s better for you to have nothing to do with such a person.”
“Just do as I say,” came the man’s terse reply in a peremptory tone of voice.
Frankie could only button his lip.
At the thought of Dillon being related to the Jockey Club, Justin recalled someone whom he thought he could probably ask about Dillon’s origins. He dialed a number.
“It’s me.”
“I’d like to know about the Jockey Club. Are you free?”
Ryan’s voice came from the other end of the line. “I don’t think we’re that close. And besides, I think it’s better for me to keep my distance from you at this time.” Ryan was courting Jolly, and he was only too eager to let everyone in Riverdale know about it. However, Jolly was never shy of expressing her likes and dislikes, and she hated Justin so much that she almost had the words “I hate Justin Burton” written on her face. Ryan couldn’t suit her fancy, but he could easily distance himself from Justin.
Clutching his cell phone, Justin replied impassively, “I have some background information about Leroy, which I think you might be very interested in.”
Ryan was apparently stunned on the other end of the line. After a while, he said, “I’m free tomorrow afternoon.”
“See you tomorrow.”
After hanging up the phone, Justin looked into the distance again, clenching his fists so hard by his sides that his knuckles turned white. If it weren’t for Rachel not wanting to see him, he would’ve rushed to them just now, pulling Dillon—that *sshole—away and chopping his hands off for touching Rachel!
That night, Jason booked a private room at a nightclub to entertain Dillon.
Outside the private room…
“I gotta go, Jason. I’ve got something else to do.”
“Wait a minute.” Jason stopped Rachel. “Can’t you tell for whose sake Young Master Porter is doing us the honor of staying here? Won’t you disappoint him if you leave?”
Rachel’s face darkened slightly. “Jason, I’m not prostituting myself. Do you think it’ll do you any good to pimp me to Dillon? Don’t you worry that I’ll cast you aside when you’re no longer needed?”
Jason was startled for a moment. By the time he came to his senses, Rachel had left. “Please take good care of Young Master Porter for me. Put it on my tab.”
Even though Jason intended to “pimp” Rachel to Dillon, he couldn’t force her into it, so he could only watch helplessly as she strode off.
His subordinate was a little anxious, though. “Master Jason, how could you let Miss Hudson go? What if Young Master Porter asks about her?”
“What else can I do if I don’t let her go?”
“But what about Young Master Porter…”
“Just get a few pretty girls and get them into the room.”
“Yes.”
“Who the f*ck does she think she is?” Jason looked at Rachel’s receding figure with a gloomy expression. “She’s but a mute illegitimate daughter who has no one to depend on in Riverdale. Does she honestly think she can cast me aside and make a fortune by herself now? We’re all in this together.”
It was late at night at this moment, and there were faint signs that it was going to rain outside. As soon as Rachel’s car drove away from the nightclub’s entrance, the doorman immediately made a phone call, saying, “Mr. Beckham, President Hudson left all of a sudden just now.”
There was no answer on the other end of the line.
“She left alone.”
There was still no answer.
On the other end of the line was a private room in the nightclub. Unlike the other private rooms, this room was strangely quiet. It didn’t have any hostess entertaining the clients, nor was its stereo turned on. The only person in the room was Justin, who sat on the couch with a glass of iced whiskey before him.
Having answered the phone, Frankie immediately turned to look at him. “President Burton, President Hudson probably has gone home.”
Justin nodded slightly. Then, he said in a grim voice, “In that case, serve more liquor to the room. Just stay that the nightclub would like to thank its customers for their support.”
“Yes, President Burton.”
Half an hour later, the inebriated Dillon was helped out of his room.
“Young Master Porter.”
Dillon knocked off the bodyguard holding him up. “You don’t have to hold me up. I’m going to the restroom and will be back in a minute to continue to have fun.”
Lila asked, “Isn’t there a restroom in the private room?”
The bodyguard explained, “Says that the toilet’s not working.”
Lila frowned. “In that case, you guys follow Young Master Porter and don’t let anything happen.”
“It’s not necessary!” Dillon shoved them away in exasperation. “If any of you dare to touch me, I’m gonna shoot you dead! You guys are treating me like a good-for-nothing, huh? I’m telling you, it’s not your turn to judge me!” he said while staggering toward the restroom.
“Miss Lila, should—”
“Never mind. Let him go on his own.” Lila frowned. She knew Dillon’s temper better than anyone else did, so she knew that whenever he got drunk, he would act unreasonably.
Having drunk a lot of liquor, Dillon staggered all the way into the restroom; his hands were weak as he spent a long time unbuckling his belt. However, he didn’t notice that a tall figure had come in after him and locked the restroom door from the inside with a click.
After fumbling for a long time, he finally found his belt buckle. “Gotcha, you little thing!”
Just then, a shadow enveloped him from behind. Before he realized what had happened, he had been strangled from behind, causing him to be overwhelmed with a sense of suffocation. His cheeks flushing, he uttered, “Who—”
The next instant, he was kicked brutally into the urinal, causing him to hit his head against the urinal with a loud thud. “Aaaah!” He let out cries of pain that were louder than one another, but no one noticed them as they were all drowned out by the blaring music in the nightclub.
At this moment, the men’s room had a “Closed for Maintenance” sign placed outside its entrance, signaling those who wanted to relieve themselves to go to another floor instead.
“Why hasn’t Young Master Porter come back yet?”
Lila glanced at her watch. “I’ll go take a look,” she said before heading toward the restroom alone.
She saw the yellow sign placed outside the men’s room’s entrance, but just as she was about to leave as the others did, she faintly heard a blood-curdling scream from the restroom. The scream was clearly Dillon’s. In an instant, her pupils shrank, and she reflexively stepped forward while clenching her fists. After years of training, her hearing had always been exceptionally good.
