Invisible Security Guard Chapter 286 - 286 286 How about the Five-Star Hotel

286: Chapter 286: How about the Five-Star Hotel?

286: Chapter 286: How about the Five-Star Hotel?

Thanks to Yusuf Zuck’s deep pockets, the three quickly went from strangers to acquaintances.

Yusuf was eager to make connections, and Anais Dillon and Isaac Quintana could tell he was sincere, so they all enjoyed a good chat during the al.

At the sa ti, Yusuf learned that the two so-called private detectives didn’t have a fixed office.

They were mobile, putting up small advertisents wherever they went.

Anais Dillon had an assistant, while Isaac Quintana worked entirely solo.

Indeed, both of them operated alone.

In their words, in their line of work, the fewer people, the better—more would just lead to trouble.

Yusuf didn’t quite understand what kind of trouble, but he knew that private detective work wasn’t exactly legal.

After dinner, Yusuf pulled out a briefcase from under the table, which contained a clean stack of one million in cash that he had withdrawn that morning.

He always needed cash on hand, so he planned to keep it in the car for convenience.

He counted out one hundred and fifty thousand and handed it over to the two.

When they offered to write him a receipt, Yusuf, with a smile, waved his hand and said, “A gentleman’s agreent is better than any receipt.

I’m not afraid of you running off with the money.

If you do, consider it a lesson bought, a sign I’ve trusted the wrong friends.

So no need for receipts, just give a call when you have the results!”

“Done, wait for our good news!” Anais Dillon and Isaac Quintana both nodded in agreent.

Actually, their receipts were truly useless.

Isaac Quintana used a fake na anyway, so what good was his receipt?

It might as well have never been issued.

Yusuf Zuck was a smart man, a real sharp one, so he understood this.

The two were impressed by Yusuf’s forthright nature.

It was rare to find an employer like him.

The three left the restaurant together, Anais Dillon drove a Chevrolet while Isaac Quintana drove a Great Wall H5, the sa model Yusuf had donated that morning.

“I’m heading out.

Give a call when the investigation is done, and we’ll et up again, have another drink!” Yusuf said as he got into his Ford F-450, waving goodbye to Anais Dillon and Isaac Quintana who politely bid him farewell as well.

After they had gone their separate ways, Yusuf headed towards the West Hills, planning to visit Khaza Zuck.

Of course, he also wanted to find out from Khaza who the enemies of the Petty Family really were.

He had been feeling uneasy these past few days, sensing he’d boarded the Petty Family’s sinking ship, so he needed to prepare in advance.

After all, if he truly died, his life of luxury would be over.

He really didn’t want to die—the good days had only just begun.

At the sa ti, Anais Dillon was driving and making a phone call, “Honey, we’ll investigate this case next.

Also, let’s dig into this Mr.

Zuck.

He’s no simple character.

If he’s decent, I think we could work solely for him.

He definitely doesn’t lack money!”

“We can’t make blind decisions.

If he’s playing a different ga behind the scenes, it’d be bad if we fell for his tricks.

Our life is good now; let’s not ruin it with a rash move!”

“You’ve always got your head on straight, I’ll listen to you.

I’ll pick you up later, then we can go look at cars, right?

I saw that Zuck had a big Ford F-450, real imposing, I want one of those!”

“That pickup?

It costs several million, we can’t afford it right now!”

“Can’t afford now doesn’t an we can’t afford ever, right?

Trust , honey, give a few years of hard work and everything will co!”

“I trust you…” Anais Dillon’s so-called assistant was just his wife, his partner in life and work.

Anais Dillon went to pick up his wife, but Isaac Quintana headed for the office building of New Era Film.

He was like a solitary eagle soaring over the city, a man of his word.

Having promised Yusuf, he got started on the job right away.

When Yusuf arrived at Everest Zuck’s house, he honked the horn for quite a while before an old lady ca out, seemingly just awakened by the noise.

This old lady was Everest’s housekeeper.

“Mr.

Zuck, you’re here.

Mr.

Zuck isn’t in right now,” the old lady said, ntioning two different Mr.

Zucks, the latter referring to Khaza Zuck.

“Not in?

Where has he gone?” Yusuf asked, puzzled.

“I’m not sure either, I left early this morning,” the old maid shook her head.

“Damn, ma’am, you keep resting then, I’ll be leaving.” Yusuf Zuck smiled and greeted the old maid, before turning to leave and dialing Everest Zuck’s number.

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off…” The call connected, but the voice ssage indicated the phone was turned off.

“Damn it,” cursed Yusuf Zuck, regretting that he hadn’t checked the calendar before leaving—it had been a wasted trip.

“Ring, ring, ring…” Just as he tossed the phone aside, contemplating his next destination, the phone suddenly rang, displaying Samuel Ross’s call.

It was now one-thirty in the afternoon, and Samuel Ross should have finished lunch with those leaders.

“Boss.” The mont the call connected, Samuel Ross greeted cheerily.

“You haven’t had too much to drink, have you?” Yusuf Zuck chuckled.

“No drinks, we used tea in place of liquor at noon.

I’m here with Pillar, Five-Mao, Floyd Hart, Uriel Arellano, and Grey Petty.

The guys and I want to chat with you, do you have ti?”

“I do, give the address.” Yusuf Zuck nodded, knowing that Floyd Hart and the others surely wanted to discuss what his plans were for them.

“The usual spot, Royal Nightclub, we’re in suite 702.”

“Who goes to a nightclub in broad daylight?

Co out, let’s book a large suite at New Century, no nightclubs!” Yusuf Zuck had assud they’d et sowhere for afternoon tea, but these bastards were indulging in a brothel during dayti, so he decisively ordered them to co out to New Century.

“New Century?

Which New Century?” Samuel Ross was confused.

“The New Century Five-Star Hotel not far from the Royal Nightclub, book a large suite there and wait for .”

“Okay, as the boss says.” Samuel Ross hung up, laughing.

Even though they had just booked a large suite at the Royal, the boss’s command was to move, so move they must.

The others had no complaints, quickly dressed up, and then two cars set off in succession.

The Great Wall Nightclub was indeed not far from New Century, a re five-minute drive took them there, where they then booked a business suite with a mahjong table at the front desk.

It was over an hour later that Yusuf Zuck arrived, directly entering the suite.

Although there was a mahjong table in the suite, Samuel Ross and the others hadn’t played; they were all sitting dryly in the room watching TV.

“Boss.” As Yusuf Zuck entered, everyone stood up.

“Anxious, aren’t you, dying of impatience?

Who told you to go to the nightclub in the middle of the day?

If I don’t put you through the wringer, you won’t learn.

I’m telling you, it’s fine to have fun with money, but you can’t go all the ti.

Each of you better find yourself a decent girlfriend, aren’t you afraid of catching diseases from always picking up prostitutes?”

“Heh heh…” Hearing Yusuf Zuck’s scolding, even Samuel Ross felt embarrassed and laughed.

“Enough, I can lecture you all day and you won’t listen—you’re all beasts.

Anyway, what do you guys think of this New Century?” Yusuf Zuck didn’t sit down; instead, he walked over to the window and looked down from above.

Samuel Ross and the others were baffled—of course, a five-star hotel was nice, but why was Yusuf Zuck asking?

“Boss, what do you an?” Samuel Ross asked in return.