Paul Mendoza walked through the corridor and then came to a semi-open garden.

Previously, he often came to this place when he was not the first-in-command of Las Vegas.

He had not come here for more than ten years after taking over this position.

Paul was about to walk into the garden when a figure suddenly flashed by his side. A slender young girl said respectfully, “Mr. Mendoza, Mr. Hamilton is on the phone. Please wait for a moment.”

“Okay.” Paul looked indifferent.

He knew full well that Fabian was trying to teach him a lesson. However, he was the one who came to visit today, so he could only tolerate it.

If he walked away presumably, the King of Gambling, Fabian would be delighted at this moment.

Just when Paul was about to relight the cigar in hand, the female secretary’s headpiece slightly vibrated at the side. Then, she bowed and said, “Mr. Mendoza, please go ahead. Mr. Hamilton is already waiting for you.”

Soon, the female secretary brought Paul into the pavilion locat