Chapter 1093

It was all part of Quinton’s plan to make it easier to control his subordinates once he inherited the Wrights. Moreover, the fatter Elon was, the narrower his thinking seemed to get.

Still, despite looking down on him, Quinton was not about to waste a perfect pawn. So, in the middle of the night, he made the call.

As he expected, Elon had not gone to bed either. After all, with Andrew still walking around free, how could they possibly sleep?

“Elon, I’ve got Andrew’s location. He’s staying at the Crown Hotel,” Quinton said the moment the line connected.

Elon’s voice on the other end sounded totally disinterested. “Got it.”

Quinton frowned. “What’s up with you, Elon? If you know where Andrew is, then get your people from the Goldings over there and take him out! Or what, is your family’s kill order just for show? Move your damn men already!”

He could not stand how lifeless Elon sounded, so he kept pressing him.

However, Elon replied flatly, “Quinton, I’m not in the mood to deal with Andrew right now. If you’re done, I’m hanging up.”

Quinton froze in disbelief. He slowly started getting pissed, wondering what the hell was wrong with him.

Why was Elon not in the mood to deal with Andrew? After all, the Goldings had issued an official manhunt. Logically, eliminating Andrew would be a top priority.

“You’re not seriously scared of Andrew, are you?” Quinton taunted, hoping to light a fire under him.

Elon just snapped, clearly annoyed. “It’s not about fear. The Goldings are dealing with something else right now. Anyway, that’s it.”

Just like that, he hung up before Quinton could ask another question.

Quinton stared at his phone, completely baffled. He wondered what was happening with the Goldings, especially since he had not heard anything yet.

Even Richard, the head of the Goldings, had already been played by Andrew, his reputation practically in ruins. Despite that, Elon did not give a damn about revenge.

Quinton could not wrap his head around it.

Had the Goldings turned into a bunch of cowards?

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he felt. After all, he had already passed on Andrew’s location, but nobody lifted a finger to handle it.

Unable to sleep, Quinton opened a group chat with some government friends and asked, "Anyone know if something happened with the Goldings recently?"

Responses flooded in almost immediately.

As one of the Five Apex Families‘ golden boys, Quinton did not even have to try–there were always people lining up to butter up to him.

[Still awake, Mr. Wright? Wanna come out and join a threesome or something?]

[As far as I know, nothing’s happened with the Goldings. Why do you ask?]

[I know! I know! Some major scandal broke about them today!]

Seeing someone with actual intel, Quinton perked up and quickly followed up.

The guy typed in the group chat, [This just leaked earlier today. You know Elon’s wife is from the Rhodes family, right? That woman’s a legend. Word is, she went and cheated on him–big time.

[And I’m not talking about once or twice… she pulled an eleven-man train! No joke. The guy must be impotent or something, because she literally ran off to have an eleven-way orgy. Isn’t that just absolutely nuts? I was shocked to hear it!]

After reading that, Quinton shut his phone and fell into a deep, awkward silence. Suddenly, he understood why Elon was too wrecked to care about Andrew right now.

Honestly, if something like that happened to anyone, it would crush them. Your wife sneaking out for an eleven-man orgy? That was next-level humiliation—the kind that would make the sky feel like it was crashing down.

“Elon, man… I’ll give you a moment of silence. Three full minutes… just for you,” Quinton said with mock sympathy.

Then, he burst out laughing, shameless and entertained. At the same time, he urged everyone in the group to share the juicy scandal.