In the Martin family’s villa in Central City, Dylan sat on the mahogany furniture. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the phone in his hand. For the first time in his life, he had been so decisively rejected.
In the past, even if other people wanted to reject him, they would do so very politely. Besides, those who dared to reject him were all the heads of influential families in the Central City.
He did not expect that a chief officer in charge of the Southland District would dare to spit in his face. Thomas was the God of War and had a lofty status. But no matter how powerful he was, he was still an outsider and not someone from Central City. In the Central City, no matter how insignificant an official was, it was still not comparable to the officials outside the Central City.
Dylan had never met someone who did not give him respect before. He already made the phone call himself, but Thomas still did not give him respect. He was indeed shameless.
The butler at the side came over and said, “Young Master Dylan, do you need me to go to the Southland District?”
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