Chapter 70 Glades Horne’s Worries (8)_1
Jonathan Allen’s unremarkable face was full of caution as he took the photo from Glades Horne’s hands once more, carefully putting it away, and assuring him, "Don’t worry, Young Master. If any of my people leaks even half a word, I will come to you and admit my guilt, submitting to whatever punishment you deem fit."
Glades Horne’s predatory eyes curved slightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips as he gazed at Jonathan Allen. He responded gravely, "I trust you. As for the payment, I will have Ruiz transfer half of it to your account later. The other half will be paid upon completion of the task."
Upon hearing this, Jonathan Allen’s mouth split into a grin. Those who dabble in the underworld also value money. He wouldn’t spout righteousness; if he needed money, he would openly display his desire for it. This authenticity was precisely why Glades Horne was willing to sit down and "discuss cooperation" with him.
"Thank you in advance, Young Master. Come, let’s eat. If these dishes get cold, they won’t taste as good," Jonathan Allen said with a chuckle, hurriedly inviting Glades Horne to dine.
Glades Horne pursed his lips in silence, glancing over the array of delicious food spread out before him. Each dish was visually appealing and aromatic, meticulously prepared by top chefs, and all appeared delectable. But he specifically craved something made by Julia.
"Young Master, are these dishes not to your taste?" Noticing his reluctance to begin eating, Jonathan Allen cautiously inquired.
This underworld boss, who had immense influence in the shadows, was always especially careful in front of Glades Horne—not because of Glades’s impressive background, but because of the natural commanding presence that Glades exuded, which made him submit. In Glades’s presence, he always felt like a eunuch before the emperor.
Without a word, Glades Horne simply stood up, pulled out his chair, and began walking towards the exit. Jonathan Allen watched in astonishment. As Glades reached the door, he spoke in a low tone, "I’ll cover this meal. I have something to take care of, so I’ll be leaving first."