Chapter 226

Good thing he reacted fast enough to hit the brakes, or the car would've flipped from the shock. Curtis Stockton didn’t look much better—his brows furrowed, eyes dark as he took the business card from Delia Fleming’s hand. Sure enough, the name read Gordon Jenkins. And it wasn’t just any card—it had gold trim. That kind of badge of status? Yeah, had to be him. Delia blinked in confusion at Noah Hyde’s sudden outburst. She glanced at him, then at her silent husband deep in thought. Something didn’t feel right. “Babe… you guys know that old man?” Noah chimed in, “Delia, ever heard of the Forlin Group?” “Forlin Group…” Delia paused, thinking. “Oh! That’s the company with the top-tier gourmet services in the country, right? And didn’t they open that ridiculously extravagant 7-star hotel? The first of its kind here.” “…” Dead silence. Like, literally—you could almost hear crows cawing above their heads. What… was that description? Curtis and Noah stared at her like she’d grown two heads. He