“I need to speak with your branch leader, Wilhelm. Please, let him know,” Dustin said calmly.

The two receptionists exchanged glances. They looked awkward.

Someone who had just walked in demanded to see the branch leader and addressed him by his first name!

In the Grayvale black market, hardly anyone dared to show such disregard for manners.

“Sir, may I ask who you are?” one of them cautiously asked.

“Dustin Fox from Rivenesco. Just pass the message along. He’ll come out to see me,” Dustin said.

Their faces grew even stranger.

No one had ever dared to ask for Wilhelm Proud with this kind of attitude before.

“Sir, do you have an appointment?” one of them asked carefully.

Dustin shook his head.

“My apologies, but we don’t have the authority to pass along your request. Besides, Mr. Proud rarely meets anyone…”

Dustin’s face darkened.

“Just tell Wilhelm this: if he doesn’t come out to meet me, I’ll smash his Grayvale branch to pieces,” he said flatly