Chapter 217: The Man Behind

"Damn it, why did I pick up that damn call, and why did I say those stupid things!" Harvey cursed under his breath.

But his voice, when he spoke, carried a tone of confusion. "New York PD, what do you want with me? Wait, how do you have Poyet's number? What has that bastard done now? He's been blackmailing me after getting photos of me with some actress in bed."

"Mr. Weinstein, we should discuss this in person. I'm already downstairs at your office, and by the way, I've recorded that call."

Harvey's heart sank, panic rising within him.

What should he do? What should he do?

Bob—yes, I need to contact Bob. And the other guy—he can help me. He definitely can.

Damn it, how could I have made such a brainless decision?

Just thinking about the series of interactions between him and Poyet made Harvey feel like an idiot.

"Gordon, tell John and his people to go on vacation somewhere—Bali, Hawaii, Thailand, or Australia. Whatever works, I'll cover the costs."

"Got it, I'll notify them immediately."

A moment later, Gordon returned after making the call and broke the temporary phone card, tossing it into the trash.

"Martin, this is between me and them. It has nothing to do with you," Gordon said seriously.

Martin laughed. "Relax, as long as you follow my instructions, they won't be traced back to John and his crew. You forgot, I'm a great screenwriter."

Gordon chuckled too.

He knew he could never betray Martin, and Martin would never give up on him either.

That was probably what Martin meant by the England saying, "The king and his minister understand each other."

Martin had no doubts about Gordon.

This bodyguard had been with him for so many years, brainwashed, and was completely loyal.

"Martin, do you think Harvey is going to get away with this? So many people are dead, will he go to prison?" Gordon asked, curious.

Martin shook his head. "I don't know. Harvey has someone important behind him—Senator Skros, the Republican leader from New York State. This Jewish guy is Harvey's protector. If he's willing to help, Harvey won't face any charges."

Martin remembered that Skros would fall due to the "Magical Stock Agreement" in 2016, and Harvey's downfall started then, ultimately ending up in prison.

But after Harvey's recent foolish actions, Martin wasn't sure if Skros would still protect this fool.

"Mr. Skros, Harvey needs help, you must help him, or he could go to jail," Bob said urgently over the phone.

"Idiot, that fool should go to prison!" came Skros's angry voice from the other end. But then it softened, "Let's meet somewhere. It's not convenient to talk over the phone."

After hanging up, Bob clenched his jaw and grabbed a few documents from his safe, putting them into a black leather bag. These were the evidence of Harvey helping Skros launder money.

If Skros refused to help Harvey, Bob would have to resort to "threatening" him.

Evening.

Bob met Skros at a half-constructed building on a construction site.

Skros was tall, in his forties, not particularly handsome but with a demeanor that gave a sense of approachability.

But Bob knew, this seemingly harmless middle-aged man was a wolf in sheep's clothing. On his way up, he had eliminated countless enemies, and their fates were all terrible.

Bob instinctively squeezed the leather bag in his hand.

Skros noticed this and gave a cold smile.

He pointed to the empty, unconstructed floors of the building and suddenly asked, "Do you know why I chose this place to meet?"

Bob froze, then instinctively answered, "Because it's safe?"

"That's one reason, but there's another reason."

Skros smiled again, continuing, "This place is perfect for silencing someone. You kill them and bury the body underground. Once the building is completed, who would know a body's buried under it?"

Bob jumped back in shock, quickly scanning the surroundings. The bodyguards were standing far off, not approaching.

He relaxed a little, realizing Skros was just trying to scare him. Stopping his retreat, he looked back at Skros. "What do you mean by that?"

"Don't worry, I'm just telling you that the stuff in your bag is useless, and I really hate being threatened."

"Mr. Skros, I wasn't threatening you," Bob said, sweat beading on his forehead. "I just want you to help Harvey."

"Is that so? Well, Harvey's a stupid dog, but he's still my dog, and he's useful. I'll help him."

Bob was overjoyed. "Thank you, thank you so much!"

A few days later, Harvey was bailed out.

He sat in the car, exhausted, and asked Bob, who had come to pick him up, "Did Skros help?"

"Yes!" Bob, equally tired, had been running around day and night for Harvey's case.

"Did he ask for anything in return?"

"Yes, we'll have to handle more money each year, but the commission's been reduced!"

"That greedy old dog!"

Harvey cursed bitterly, but there was nothing he could do.

Then he suddenly remembered something and quickly asked, "Has my affair been exposed by the media?"

"No, Skros covered it up."

"Well, that old dog may be greedy, but at least he's still useful."

Bob frowned. "Harvey, I know you're upset, but you'd better keep those thoughts to yourself. Do you really need more trouble right now?"

Harvey gave an awkward laugh. "I'm just venting in front of you. Fine, fine, I won't mention him again. So, Martin—"

"Shut up. Don't mention Martin either. Don't get into any more trouble for now!"

Harvey, feeling disgruntled, shut his mouth. Lately, he had caused so much trouble that even in front of his brother, he had no confidence to speak.

"Martin, Harvey got bailed out."

"Like I expected, didn't I, Gordon?"

"So, what about us?"

"Do nothing!"

"Martin, the shoot's about to start," Scarlett's voice called out.

"Coming!"

As Martin walked toward the set, he put on his mask and became that heroic Spider-Man once again!