Chapter 1811

As baffled as Absalon's wife and children were, they still headed upstairs as told.

After that, the man had his maid return to their room before finally going up to Melvin and kneeled to

him deferentially. "How can I be of assistance, Mr. Melvin?"

If anyone else saw this, they would've been absolutely flabbergasted, for Absalon was a rather

successful entrepreneur in Eastcliff.

Even the Great Families of Eastcliff would have to give him respect where respect was due whenever

they saw him. But now, he was kneeling in front of a lecherous-looking man and even speaking

deferentially to the latter. Just what in the world was up?!

"What the heck are you doing?" Melvin took a gander at him. "Haven't I told you not to kneel? Get the

f*ck up!"

Instead of being angry, Absalon grinned in fact, and he even looked a little simple and honest.

After standing up, he still stood deferentially next to Melvin, speaking in a shaky voice while looking

excited and joyous. "I was so excited when I saw that you had come to the area a few days ago, Mr.

Melvin. I really wanted to talk to you, but you have made it clear that I can only pretend not to know you

unless you come to me yourself. At last, you've finally come to me, Mr. Melvin. You have a job for me,

don't you? Just say the word, and I'll most certainly see to it, even if it costs my life!"

At that, Melvin waved his hand. "I already told you that you've cleared all that you owe me. I will come

to you if I'm really desperate, but that doesn't mean I will have you risk your life for it, understand?"

"You yanked me out from the wolfpack when I was on the verge of death, Mr. Melvin," mumbled

Absalon as he looked at his scar-filled arms. "I still remember how you dragged me out despite all

when I was surrounded by a pack of wolves back in the Great Desert. It was also you who insisted on

saving me even when it meant offending the King of Stagfort. Countless men hunted us all the way

from the north to the south, and I only managed to live after you ran for over three thousand miles while

dragging me. How can I ever be clear of such debt, Mr. Melvin? Forget that what you have me do won't

cost my life; I will gladly do it even if you ask me to kill myself now!"

To that, Melvin booted and berated him, "How can you still say that when you already have a wife and

kids?! That's already in the f*cking past; why still bring it up?! Can't you think about your family?!"

Absalon wasn't bothered at all by the fact that Melvin had booted him. If anything, he was grinning

again.

"What I've left for them will allow them to live the rest of their lives comfortably, and I've served my duty

as a father and a husband. You just have to say the word, Mr. Melvin, and I will most certainly get the

job done!" he said earnestly.

At that, Melvin took a profound gander at him and said, "Alright, since you insist, help me out with

something. I want you to find me this person; here's the address. Tell him the descendent of the person

who saved his father is in danger and requires his aid, then bring him to Eastcliff at once, got it?"

Absalon nodded like a bobblehead after taking the written address from Melvin. He promised, "Don't

you worry, Mr. Melvin. I will definitely see to it!"

Melvin nodded in response and said, "Watch your six. If someone stops you, just come back. They

might not necessarily give you a hard time!"

Sometime later, a black sedan left the mansion.

The driver was none other than Absalon in disguise. Updated at Draмąոоvels.cоm