Chapter 1187 Oliver Hadfield
Kieran pointed it out for Edward. “If you still don’t get it, then think about Leah. It’s actually the same thing. Those investors refused to use her because they were worried about offending Sawyer Group.”
“I see it now.” Edward finally realized where he was wrong. He kept seeing the Muller Group as just a small business and forgot that the massive Muller Inc. was backing it from overseas.
While Edward was experiencing an epiphany, something came to Kieran, and he turned to his brother. “Nick, why don’t you let me take this case? It’s high time I repay Tessa for the care she’s given me.”
Besides, he was close with Timothy, so he couldn’t sit and watch, be it for their brotherhood or his sister-in-law’s care. Nicholas nodded in acknowledgment, knowing what his brother was thinking.
That night, Kieran asked a few of his good friends, whom Nicholas trusted and were well-informed in the circle, to join him for a drink at Jazz Bar.
While sitting at the VIP booth on the second floor, they gazed at the dance floor below them, where stage lamps flashed, and ladies and gentlemen danced to the booming music, releasing their excessive hormones.
And most of the gentlemen there were from rich families who normally didn’t have to do anything but waste their life away in comfort and luxury.
After taking a seat at the booth, Kieran locked his vision on a tall, slender young man on the dance floor named Oliver Hadfield, whose family was close with the Mullers. Word was that their elders even planned on forming a marriage alliance, and it just so happened that Oliver had been courting Wanda as well.
Besides that, rumor had it the young man had always behaved unreasonably and unruly. Hence, Kieran believed Wanda would likely incite him.
Just when Kieran was thinking of a way to approach Oliver, his friend’s ridicule traveled to his ears. “What are you looking at, Kieran? Your eyes are practically glued to it. Is it some hot chick?”
“Sure, I am. I’m just looking at Hadfield.” Kieran pointed toward Oliver with his chin.
“What for?” his friend asked in bafflement. “Has he pissed you off?”
As they were all born to the purple, everyone was acquainted in one way or another, and the rest of them looked quizzically toward Kieran, who swirled his liquor glass and revealed, “More or less. My brother’s brother-in-law’s company has been under constant attack lately, and I suspect Hadfield has something to do with it.”
After all, he had gathered his friends to collect intel.
The others were even more bewildered after hearing his words, and one even jokingly said, “Say, Kieran, if this is about President Sawyer’s brother-in-law, shouldn’t he be the one to sort it out? After all, it’s a good chance for him to be on his brother-in-law’s good side.”
“Of course, he’s seeing to it. But as Timothy’s brothers in arms, I can’t sit back and do nothing. So, I want you guys to think carefully if you have found or heard Oliver getting in touch with people from these companies,” Kieran answered briefly, then asked as he swept his gaze across his friends.
Everyone recollected with a frown, trying their best to fish for any information through their memory archive, when someone said, “But we don’t normally hang out with Hadfield, so we don’t really know much. How about this, Kieran? We ask some of them who normally hang out with Hadfield to come over.”
“Good idea. I know someone close to him.”
With that, he pulled his phone out to make a call, but Kieran stopped him. “I don’t want to alert Hadfield yet, lest we want to lose the upper hand.”
At that, the others continued to ponder when a flaxen blond spoke up. “Hey, Kieran, it just hit me that I saw Oliver receiving guests—at least, I think it’s Oliver—when I came over a few days ago. One of the guests seemed to be the person in charge of one of the companies attacking Timothy.”
