Flake Street lay on the lounge chair, basking in the sun with his eyes closed, a cigar between his teeth, his eyelids not even lifting. "Who?"
The butler's face paled slightly, and he whispered, "Joey Niebel William."
Suddenly, the man on the lounge chair sat up, looking at Bieber with disbelief. "Who?"
The butler repeated, "Joey Niebel William." After speaking, he added the other party's identity information, "Joey Niebel William, the elder brother of Prince Anthony William, the Third Prince."
"Nonsense, do you think I wouldn't know it's him?"
Flake Street's brow furrowed. Holding a cigar, he glanced aside, his thoughts heavy. "I've never had any dealings with him. What is he doing here so suddenly?"
The butler shook his head, indicating he didn't know.
"Take him to the living room to wait. I'll go change," Flake Street said, getting up and heading towards the Western-style building beside him. He went upstairs to his room to change clothes.
After a while, he appeared in the main hall.
In the hall, Joey Niebel William, dressed impeccably in a suit, stood with his hands behind his back, pacing in front of the storage shelves on the right side of the living room, admiring the dazzling array of rare treasures on display.
"Prince William?" Flake Street approached, his attitude neither servile nor overbearing. "You've made a sudden visit. Why didn't you give me a heads-up?"
Upon hearing this, Joey Niebel William turned his head, his pair of azure blue eyes subconsciously sizing up Flake Street. "I've long heard that Antina Castle is very costly to build, that you personally crafted a kingdom for your daughter. I just wanted to come and see. You won't refuse, will you?"
It was a statement, not a question.
This single sentence was enough to convey Joey Niebel William's attitude.
"Hahaha…" Flake Street threw his head back and laughed. "Prince William is joking. Sit." He raised his hand in a perfunctory gesture of invitation and slowly walked to the sofa in the living room, sitting down with an air of authority.
Joey Niebel William, over forty, inherited the good genes of the king and queen, possessing a handsome appearance. However, as foreigners tend to age faster, he already carried the aura of a mature uncle at nearly forty. Yet, he was still strikingly handsome, exuding the noble bearing of a prince, his demeanor exceptionally elegant and awe-inspiring.
Regarding Flake Street's behavior, his eyes flickered slightly, but his face maintained a humble smile. He walked to the sofa and sat down. "Why don't I see Antina and Mr. Xiao?"
"I'm not sure. I don't concern myself much with their marital affairs." Flake tilted his head, looking at him. "Prince William, you've come all this way. Don't tell me you're looking for my precious daughter."
"Oh, heh heh heh, yes and no."
Joey Niebel William smiled, giving an ambiguous answer. "I just wanted to ask them about the Hidden Tribe. I heard that my brother Anthony's death was not an accident, and I believe they might have some clues."
Anthony's death had occurred months ago. Flake Street knew that Joey Niebel William was not here with good intentions, but he never expected him to come specifically to inquire about the cause of Anthony's death.
"Prince William, what you're saying doesn't make sense to me. Wasn't it publicly announced that Anthony died in a maritime accident? The news was everywhere at the time, known by everyone." Flake Street stated.
Although the other party was the Third Prince of the C Kingdom's royal family, Flake Street was the leader of the Mafia, and therefore, he did not fear Joey Niebel William.