Chapter 39: Who is the Fatty Lamb?

Lewis had transferred $70,000 US Dollars over, and he was worried about having nowhere to spend it—spending it or not, the money would still be gone!

"What?"

Nisen's brain short-circuited a bit.

Were you actually using hard-earned public funds like this?

Just this $10,000 plus dollars alone—if it were up to him to use, he could have bought so much intelligence information!

It was just too wasteful!

"Good morning, sir, your personal butler sincerely at your service!"

While the two were still whispering to each other, a calm and dignified man approached.

He was dressed in a finely tailored tuxedo, the delicate black fabric smooth as silk, its elegant lines outlining his upright figure.

Shiny silver buttons were arranged in an orderly fashion on the front of the tuxedo, making a striking contrast with the shirt's pristine white, and around his shirt collar was tied a silky black bowtie, displaying the professional caliber and elegant demeanor of a five-star hotel butler.