Chapter 130
The Legendary Man
Chapter 130 There Are Two Options âI heard it from the owner of Tavion Tower! I even watched his interview on television last year or the year before, and he said it himself!â the taxi driver answered airily.
Ah, he said it himself, huh?
Upon hearing that, Jonathan couldnât help sneering.
âAre you going to Tavion Tower to interview for a job, lad?â The taxi driver didnât notice Jonathanâs wintry expression and continued chatting with him. âI heard that the requirements for a job there are pretty high. Youâve got at least a bachelorâs degree, yes?â
âIâm going there to pay the owner of Tavion Tower, Tavion Callahan, himself a visit!â Jonathan admitted in a curt voice.
âYouâre acquainted with him?â Surprise manifested on the taxi driverâs face when he heard that Jonathan was acquainted with the owner of Tavion Tower.
His countenance is plain, and he doesnât appear to be some rich man. I never expected him to be acquainted with the owner of Tavion Tower!
âYes.â Snickering, Jonathan drawled, âIâm the business partner whom he claimed to have caused him to go bankrupt. My visit this time is for no other reason than to ask him whether he hates me for having put him through all that back then!â
In an instant, the taxi driverâs expression changed, and his face flushed bright red.
He wanted to say something, yet the words were stuck in his throat.
Nonetheless, Jonathan wasnât in the mood to bother about him. He whipped out his phone and made a call instead.
Shortly after, a deep and booming voice sounded on the other end of the phone.
âHello, Mr. Goldstein?â
âYeah, itâs me.â In a low voice, Jonathan ordered, âInvestigate someone for me. His name is Tavion Callahan, and heâs the owner of Tavion Group in Jazona. I want everything on him in the past five years, including the number of meals he ate every day, the number of women he bedded, and the amount of money going into his bank account. I want all of that.â
âHas he offended you, Mr. Goldstein?â
The voice on the other end of the phone went icy at once, and the murderous intent in it was clearly discernible even through the phone.
âDonât ask questions you shouldnât be asking. You only need to help me investigate everything I said earlier. Give me all the information before dawn. Is there any problem with that?â Jonathan enunciated frostily.
The person on the other end instantly replied, âNo! Rest assured that Iâll investigate even his ancestors before dawn!â
âIâm not interested in his ancestors. Iâm only interested in everything he did in the past five years!â
Jonathan then proceeded to warn coldly, âFor this matter, youâre only to investigate him. Do not interfere. Do you hear me?â
âUnderstood, Mr. Goldstein!â
âIâm not joking with you. If you dare interfere in this matter, Iâll toss you out of Jazona. Also, youâll be dismissed from your position as the King of War!â In all these years, this was the first time Jonathan ever warned Zachary.
As one of the four Kings of War and the person he trusted most, Jonathan had never threatened him as he did that day.
Of course, he had also never been as furious as he was that day.
âIs the matter this time very serious, Mr. Goldstein?â On the other end of the phone, Zachary perceptively sensed something different from the manâs tone.
Even through the phone, he could hear the wrath in the manâs voice.
âYes. Itâs so serious that Iâve got to handle it myself!â Then Jonathan hung up without giving him an opportunity to utter another word.
An hour later, the taxi came to a stop in front of Tavion Tower.
Undeniably, Tavion Tower was indeed majestic, for it spread over dozens of hectares.
The stone plaque at the entrance with the words âTavion Towerâ was even more impressive.
âHello, Sir. How may I help you?â A beguiling receptionist in a short, black skirt immediately came forward and blocked Jonathanâs path as soon as he entered the lobby.
âIâm here to see Tavion Callahan!â Jonathan declared plainly.
âDo you have an appointment?â
âNo.â
âIâm sorry, but you canât meet Mr. Callahan without an appointment. If you want to meet him, you must make an appointment a week ahead.â The receptionist politely and diplomatically denied him entry.
âA week is too long. I want to see him right now!â Casting her a glance, Jonathan added, âTell him that someone named Jonathan Goldstein wants to see him. Heâll definitely agree to see me.â
âIâm sorry, Sir, but Mr. Callahan is currently in a meeting. Iâm afraid I canât do that for you,â the receptionist declined once again.
âItâs okay. I can wait.â
Jonathan didnât put her in a difficult position but plopped down on the couch. Then he unhurriedly lit a cigarette.
Since I came here today, I naturally wonât be going back empty-handed!
At that, the receptionist looked at him with much exasperation. âYouâre making things difficult for me, Sir. There are droves of people who want to see Mr. Callahan every single day. Without an appointment, he wonât see you even if you wait here until night falls.â
âIâve told you that heâll definitely agree to see me if you tell him my name.â Subsequently, Jonathan glanced at the slowly approaching security guards before he lifted his eyes to her and warned, âYouâd better not provoke me with such a method. Otherwise, youâll certainly regret it!â
âSir, you misunderstood!â When her intention was exposed, the receptionist could only wave a hand at the security guards and signal them to return to their posts.
When they had retreated, she turned to Jonathan once more and asserted, âSir, youâre really making things difficult for me!â
âIf I truly wanted to make life difficult for you, I would be standing in front of your bossâ door right now.â
Eyeing her dispassionately, Jonathan stated, âIâll give you ten minutes to consider this. Either you inform your boss as per my orders, or Iâll forcefully kick open your bossâ office door. There are two options. Make your choice.â
âSir, youâreââ The receptionist was so irked that her face contorted into a mask of rage. But just when she was about to speak further, a few burly men in black suits and black sunglasses who appeared very much like bodyguards stalked into the lobby at some point in time.
Behind those few burly men was a man in a white suit who stood out like a sore thumb.
âMr. Callahan!â
The instant the receptionist who was initially fuming caught sight of the man in the white suit, she promptly put her irritation away and forced a professional smile.
âMmm,â the man in the white suit acknowledged blithely. Without even sparing her a glance, he brushed right past her.
However, the second his gaze swept over Jonathan nonchalantly, he froze and halted in his tracks.