Chapter 434

“What you’re saying isn’t wrong, but you do know where Atlas is now, right?” Andrew asked with a knowing smile.

Jake turned awkward and fell silent.

Andrew continued, “So stop trying to con people. The Northern District is done for; it’s yesterday’s news. This abandoned building probably has a high body count and has likely been carved up by the other two underground powers by now. Try to trick us into buying it, and you might be in serious trouble.”

Jake replied with an apologetic smile, “Sir, I didn’t realize you were so well-informed about the situation—my mistake. Go ahead. Nobody wants this building anyway.”

Of course, Andrew was aware of the matter. After all, he had helped orchestrate Atlas’s downfall. He gestured for Lauren to wait and asked Jake, “Since this building is now under West End and South City’s control, are you working for them?”

Jake shook his head. “No. I used to work for the Northern District. I had nowhere to go after Mr. Giordano was killed at his suburban villa while meeting his mistress. I ended up joining Madam Vostokoff’s West End organization, and they assigned me to sell this building.”

Andrew smiled to himself. Natasha was quite the businesswoman. Using former Northern District members to sell their own building was a clever move.

“Since you were one of Atlas’s men, didn’t you want revenge?” Lauren asked. “Now you’re just selling real estate for West End. Where’s your loyalty?”

Jake scoffed. “Loyalty? That doesn’t pay the bills these days. I joined the Northern District for the opportunities. Who knew Mr. Giordano would go down so easily? Hell, I should be mad at him for ruining my career prospects.”

“Since Atlas was killed, do you know who did it?” Andrew asked.

Jake shook his head. “Not specifically, but it was probably either Madam Vostokoff or Mr. Garner—they run everything now. Then again, it could’ve also been Finley from Hidden Dragons. Mr. Giordano kicked him out of the Northern District for seducing Yvonne, so he might have wanted revenge.”

Andrew was impressed by Jake’s sharp mind and positive attitude. He beckoned him closer. “I’ll ask you something—provide useful information, and I can help you find a better job.”

“For real? What do you want to know?” Jake asked skeptically.

“The Northern District was huge; just because Atlas is gone doesn’t mean all his people disappeared,” Andrew said. “You must know where the rest went?”

“Isn’t it obvious? They either joined Madam Vostokoff or Mr. Garner, or they scattered,” Jake replied.

Andrew shook his head. “I’m not asking about the small fry. I mean Atlas’s inner circle—the Northern District’s top players.”

Jake’s expression changed as he grew wary. “Who are you? Why are you asking about this?”

Andrew explained truthfully, “We’re from Rhodes Corporation. We had two joint projects with the Northern District, and we haven’t gotten our money back yet. We need to find the Northern District’s remaining people to recover our funds,