Looking at Dragan, who was trembling uncontrollably, the man in front of him asked in a gentle voice.
"It seems your relationship with your nephew isn't as good as you said?"
Dragan quickly shook his head, his face full of fawning smiles he didn't even realize were there.
"He's just a kid, what does he know? Next time! Next time I'll definitely convince him."
Listening to his contradictory words, Wesley just calmly shook his head.
If this guy, whose brain was already ruined by drugs, didn't still have some use, he wouldn't say another word to him.
Well, in fact, he no longer wanted to waste words.
Opening the car door, Wesley called out to the two suited subordinates still standing outside.
"Take him down, don't let him run around!"
Hearing this, Dragan, who seemed to realize something, instantly sobered up considerably, struggling to break free from the black-clad men's Pull and clinging to the car door, pleading loudly.
"Wesley!! Believe me, give me another chance! I can definitely convince that kid!"
"As soon as I take over the company, I will definitely pay back the money I owe you!"
"Double! No, triple! I'll pay you back triple!"
However, Wesley completely ignored Dragan's pleas. After his gaze swept over his soaked pants, he continued to instruct with a hint of disgust.
"Go get this guy a change of pants, and clean him up!"
With that, he ignored Dragan, who was trembling as he was dragged out of the car, and took out a handkerchief to cover his nose, then pulled out his phone and dialed.
"Boss!"
"How are things going?"
On the other end of the phone was a very deep male voice.
Wesley subconsciously lowered his handkerchief, adjusted his collar, and sat up straight before respectfully replying.
"Dragan messed up, and we lost one person. But the body wasn't left behind, so for now, they shouldn't be able to trace us."
The other end of the phone remained silent. Wesley hesitated for a moment, then added.
"After this, I will first contact his mother's Doctor, asking them to postpone issuing the medical diagnosis report and to initially judge the situation as potentially improving. This should delay the inheritance and the opening of the board meeting."
This time, the person on the other end of the phone finally spoke again, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"Do as you see fit."
After a slight pause, the person continued to instruct.
"I've received news that someone in the Upper East Side has already reached an agreement with the government to participate in the alien wreckage recovery efforts."
"Policies could change at any time, so we must quickly settle things here in Midtown."
Listening to the 'beep beep' sound coming from the other end of the phone, Wesley finally let out a sigh of relief.
He gently wiped the phone screen and put it into his pocket.
Then he looked at the seat Dragan had occupied, frowned slightly, and commanded in a cold tone.
"To the car wash!"
The car started and smoothly drove away into the distance.
On the other side, Luca, also in a car, was listening to Samira's report.
"It seems my uncle really did find some capable backing?"
Fingering his newly replaced mechanical prosthetic limb, Luca quietly pondered the encounter Samira recounted.
"Young Master Luca, the other party dispatched six gunmen at once; they are clearly an organized group."
"I suggest that while investigating who Dragan has been in contact with recently, you should also strengthen your security team."
Although Samira believed that if firearms were used, she could easily deal with those six enemies in a direct confrontation, even if the number was doubled, it wouldn't be a problem.
But killing enemies and protecting one's own people are not the same thing, and she couldn't guarantee that she would always be by Luca's side.
Now that they knew someone was secretly watching, it was always best to prepare in advance.
Luca had no objection to this; he didn't believe that having a few special items would allow him to handle every crisis. At a time like this, expanding the security team was undoubtedly a wise choice.
However, it was still a bit troublesome for Luca to use the company's security forces now.
"Aunt Samira, do you have any suitable personnel to recommend?"
Actually, Luca was thinking of spending some money to temporarily hire a suitable security company.
Although the company's funds couldn't be used, there were still a lot of assets in other family funds and investments.
To his surprise, upon hearing Luca's words, Samira hesitated slightly and said softly.
"Actually..."
Seeing Samira's hesitant demeanor, Luca was a bit confused but still motioned for her to continue.
"Actually, the Madam has a private combat team under her command. The number of people is not large, but they are all elites."
Seeing Luca's puzzled expression in the rearview mirror, she continued to explain.
"This team is nominally the company's weapon testing personnel and usually takes on some scattered mercenary missions overseas."
"Nominally?" Samira's statement immediately piqued Luca's curiosity.
"Yes, mainly to allow them to acquire equipment and facilitate their actions."
"Hmm... In fact, usually, some things the Madam... finds inconvenient to resolve, she has them take care of."
"Hiss..."
Although Samira spoke very vaguely, Luca had already understood her meaning.
'Good heavens! An assassination squad? Is the business war of arms dealers really this realistic?!'
He hadn't expected that the mother in his original body's memory, who was gentle and caring at home and a strong career woman outside, secretly had such a force.
But then, considering the American capitalists' way of doing things, Luca seemed to feel that he might just be too unaccustomed to it.
"Are these people trustworthy?"
Well, although this question was a bit redundant.
Being able to do such unsavory work for the Orange Family family, trustworthiness should be the most basic requirement.
However, given the special circumstances, Luca himself, whether due to his age or his familiarity with this team, had to bring these matters to the surface for reconfirmation before he could feel at ease.
If they looked down on him, the young master, and had other ulterior motives.
Then recalling them to protect him would undoubtedly be inviting a wolf into the house.
However, Samira, upon hearing this, said firmly.
"Young Master, please rest assured! All members of this team are veterans from the Sokovia battlefield!"
Hearing the name Sokovia, Luca also relaxed a bit.
As for why the soldiers from the Sokovia unit were trustworthy, it had to start from the Orange Family family's origins.
Neither of Luca's parents' families could be considered traditional U.S. residents.
According to what Samira had said these past few days, combined with the information pieced together from his original body's memory.
Luca's father, the deceased Hermann von, had a relatively simple background, being of Chinese and Italian mixed heritage, with both parents being immigrants from earlier generations.
In more traditional terms, Hermann was a son-in-law who married into the Orange Family family.
In contrast, his mother, Gina Orange, had a more complex background.