Chapter 43 Unintended

These were personal numbers, not business lines. If I were to monetize these resources, I could demand as much as nine million dollars per number.

However, only a fool would squander such exclusive resources.

They were safest in my possession.

"William, allow me to introduce you. This is Mr. Nova from Nova Company!"

Nova Company?

The name rang a bell. The company had shown promising growth in the past but seemed to have hit a rough patch recently, even making headlines for failing to pay its employees. Of course, that news was swiftly quashed.

Upon shaking hands with Mr. Nova, I attempted to engage him in conversation. However, he seemed disinterested in me, and his attention was evidently divided between me and someone else he had brought along.

And that person looked oddly familiar.

Wasn't that Phillip Brown, my college classmate?

What was he doing here?