Classic Novel
Chapter 862
Hearing this, Angelo stopped in his tracks and turned back to face James. He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "Do you know who I am?" "What do you think?"
"Then please, go ahead and report me. I'm so done with this gig. You have no idea how boring it is to be Kiran!"
"Sir!" Kingston scowled.
Angelo had no choice but to straighten his clothes and said more seriously, "Mr. Burke, please, come with me."
In the study, Caelum had overheard their entire conversation from outside the door. He took off his shoes and threw one at Angelo. "You rascal! What good are you!" Angelo, quick as a flash, blocked the shoe, but it ended up flying towards James, who caught it effortlessly.
"Mr. Caelum, let's talk business," James said, placing the shoe back on Caelum's desk.
Caelum noted James' polite and composed demeanor. He nodded and said, "The grandson of Duncan, huh? Much better than that arrogant brat Colby."
Thinking about Colby's smug face always reminded Caelum of that insufferable old man.
"What business do you want to discuss?"
"My grandmother has come overseas, and I need you to promise to refuse any request she makes and then send her back to Devonport." "And what else?"
"Also, the Pollard family's second son is clueless and unfit for his duties. I'm willing to be his tutor."
Upon hearing this, Angelo immediately looked up. "Why should you? I don't want a tutor!"
"Shut it!" Caelum snapped, glaring at Angelo.
James continued, "If the remaining branches of the Pollard family and outsiders knew the famous Kiran had died in a car accident, I suspect that after your passing, they would rise to split the Pollard family's fortune. As the only direct descendant, Mr. Angelo would be eaten alive if he continues like this."
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"Because I am James Burke, Duncan's grandson."
This simple statement left Caelum with no comeback. He knew all too well about Duncan's prowess and his grandson's stellar reputation in Devonport.
"Is that all?" Caelum asked.
"In three months, I'll need your influence, an identity from you."
"What kind of identity do you want?"
"Any."
"A security guard at my estate?"
"That'll do."
James's straightforward answer puzzled Caelum. "You're holding such a crucial secret of the Pollard family and offering to tutor this young man for free, and all you want in return is this?"
James remained silent.
Caelum said, "As the CEO of Burke International, you're far more calculating than your grandfather. Why don't you just tell me what you really want?"
"I just want... to ensure someone's safety."
Angelo, munching on sunflower
seeds, chimed in with curiosity, "You're the commercial tycoon of
Devonport. You're telling me you just want to protect someone? You could protect a hundred people if you wanted. I don't buy it. Dad, you shouldn't either. I don't want any tutor."
Caelum looked James over and said, "You're not here just to ensure someone's safety. Coming overseas to secure an identity from the Pollard family, you must have other motives. What are you trying to investigate?"