After a while, Zavier's deep voice echoed again in Marcus' ear through the phone, "Marc."
Marcus lit another cigarette, "Shoot."
Zavier continued, "We've known each other for a decade. You've always been an important figure to me, and I don't want to be your enemy."
Marcus flicked the ash, took a deep drag on his cigarette, then said, "If you don't want to be my enemy, then get the hell away from Brennen."
Zavier responded, "It's just a scratch-my-back-I-scratch-yours situation with him. We both know better than to trust each other fully. We're both watching our own backs. Plus, I reckon if it comes down to it, I could take him."
Marcus let out a cold chuckle.
Zavier asked, "Are you laughing at me? Doubting my chops?"
Marcus changed the subject, "Did Granger spill the beans about Clair?"
Zavier answered, "Who else could it be? Granger's Reese Group is going down the tubes. If they can't find someone to bail them out soon, they'll be declaring bankruptcy. Granger is desperate now. Anybody who's willing to fork out the dough, he'll call daddy. When I heard this affair involved you, I agreed to throw some money at the Reese Group."
Marcus said, "I'm not interested in the backstory, cut to the chase."
Zavier said, "I can confirm that the real Clair is died."
Marcus wasn't shocked. The Reese family and the fake Clair were all snakes who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals. Once the fake Clair replaced the real one, the real Clair was just a ticking time bomb. No way the fake Clair would let that risk hang around.
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