Chapter 892

Chapter 892 Allying With the Lachs

Matthew was furious. This guy is indeed looking for Jinny, but he obviously wants her dead. “Do you

have any details about the girl?” he asked.

Wilson nodded. “Yes, but in exchange, I want you to let my family go.”

Matthew looked at him coldly. “You’re in no position to negotiate.”

Wilson smiled. “Mr. Larson, I’m talking about my family, not myself. You can kill me, but my family

must be spared.”

Matthew stared at him for a moment. “Give me the girl’s details.”

Wilson gave him a stack of files without hesitation, and Matthew skimmed through it. It was about a

woman from Orleans. Since she gave birth to a girl littered with pus on her body, her whole clan

shunned her. Left with no choice, she took her child and left for Eastcliff. Ten years ago, the woman

died, and her child was sent to a shelter, but because of the girl’s condition, everyone shunned her. In

the end, the girl left the shelter and had been missing ever since.

It matches Jinny’s story. I knew it. She’s from Orleans. So the guy wants her dead after all. Matthew

kept the file calmly.

Wilson was still standing before him, as polite as a man could be. “Mr. Larson, have mercy on them. It’s

all my fault, so kill me if you want, but my family is innocent.”

Matthew interrupted him, “Wilson, will you work with me if I can get your family back on its feet and

become one of the top three in Eastcliff?”

Wilson was stunned and gaped at Matthew. He thought Matthew would kill him, but he never expected

him to propose something like this. What is he doing? Is he trying to make us his underlings? A

moment of silence later, he said softly, “Mr. Larson, my ancestor created the family, and they fought

hard to turn it into what it is today. Yes, we lost our glory, but we will never become someone’s lackey.”

Matthew shook his head. “I’m not asking you to be my lackey. I just want to work with you. I’ll pay you if

I need your help, and you can pay me if you need mine.”

Wilson’s eyes glinted, but he kept staring at Matthew in disbelief. It was the first time he was examining

Matthew this carefully, and a while later, he smiled. “You’re ambitious, Mr. Larson.”

Matthew went to the window and answered softly, “That’s how men should be. Eastcliff won’t be the

end of my journey. Eastshire is a big place, so think bigger, Mr. Lach.”

Wilson trembled. He knew Matthew was trying to say that the Lachs could take the spot as one of the

Ten Greatest Families of Eastshire. But the problem here was that none of the top families in Eastcliff

would dare to dream of that prestige. Each of the top ten families in Eastshire has been going strong

for centuries. Wait, is he trying to change the landscape in Eastshire? God, he’s brazen. But instead of

giving a rebuttal, Wilson took a step forward. “Are you sure you can do it, Mr. Larson?”

Matthew smiled. “You’ll see. I suggest that we become allies first. You don’t necessarily have to help

me out, but at the very least, don’t stab me in my back.”

Wilson thought about it for a long while. Finally, he stopped smiling and nodded. “Very well then, the

Lachs will be your ally starting from today, Mr. Larson.”