Huxley was standing beside Zechariah after he hung up the call, trembling with fear.

"I'm serious. Clement really does have a friend who knows Mr. Gray," he said nervously, following Felix's instructions word for word.

But Zechariah wasn't having it. To his surprise, Zechariah swung a hard slap across Huxley's face.

"Bullshit! If Clement had a friend like that, would he still be groveling at the bank and begging for a measly loan?"

Kurt was no minor figure. In a city like Gray City, there was probably not more than ten people who could afford to disrespect him. For someone like him, getting a loan approved was child's play.

"I know you're friends with Clement, but if you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for what happens next!" Zechariah snapped.

At that moment, Felix walked in, his expression calm as ever.

"Huxley was giving you some good advice. However, it doesn't seem like you're accepting it," Felix said casually.

"Huh?" Zechariah glanced at him sideways, sizing him up