"Hahaha..." Analyzing the current situation in his mind, Frek Street laughed and spread his hands, "Prince William probably doesn't know Qing Muyie's current predicament, does he?"
Joey Nibel William's gaze was faint, "Are you referring to the Tang family in Hua Country's capital targeting him?"
"You know?" So Joey Nibel William knew everything? "Since you know, why bother with this unnecessary step."
"Don't you know whether the Tang family can get rid of Qing Muyie?" Joey Nibel William's words were filled with meaning.
Frek Street understood what he was implying, but feigned ignorance, "What do you mean?"
"Tang Nian is putting pressure on Qing Muyie. Many of his businesses have gone bankrupt, and Qing Si Huai is racking his brains to acquire his Zhuo Rui Group. At this very moment, Arlo Cogshol proactively approached Qing Si Huai for cooperation." Joey Nibel William spoke in a calm tone, his expressionless face making it impossible to gauge his emotions.
After a slight pause, he continued, "You know very well what Arlo Cogshol's relationship with Qing Muyie is."
Frek Street was startled by his words, feeling that he had underestimated Joey Nibel William.
Despite his internal musings, he maintained an air of composure, calmly smoking his cigar and occasionally flicking ash into the ashtray.
As for the relationship between Arlo Cogshol and Qing Muyie, he was naturally aware of it.
Although the man was an internet magnate in Country C, reliable sources said that Qing Muyie had once saved Arlo Cogshol. They were like brothers in private, but the outside world mistakenly believed they had a feud.
Qing Muyie's current predicament, being pressured by the Tang family and seemingly at a disadvantage, was likely intended to lull his enemies into a false sense of security, allowing him to seize the opportunity to reclaim Song Yu Group and bring down the Tang family.
It was for this reason that Frek Street had a newfound respect for Qing Muyie.
But who would have expected an unexpected turn of events.
Frek Street had to reconsider his stance.
Seeing that the old man, Frek Street, remained silent for a long time and did not state his position, Joey Nibel William slightly turned his head and glanced at his assistant standing beside him.
He raised his hand slightly, and the assistant immediately stepped forward, opened the briefcase he was carrying, and handed a twenty-page A4 document to Joey Nibel William.
"I brought you a gift today." He placed the thick file on the table. The movement was not large, but the sound of the file hitting the table was a distinct 'snap,' subtly conveying a hint of displeasure.
Frek Street's brow furrowed. His shrewd eyes glanced at the file, then at the noble prince seated opposite him. Finally, he uncrossed his legs, leaned forward slightly, holding his cigar in one hand, and casually flipped open the file with the other.
With just a glance at the file, his face instantly turned pale, and his hand trembled violently, nearly dropping his cigar.
After reading a few lines, he turned to the second page. Frek Street's complexion grew even paler, and the composed expression on his face gradually gave way to nervousness. Even his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably as he swallowed.
"How is it, do you like the 'gift'?" Joey Nibel William smiled elegantly. "I am the only one in possession of this information. As a secret between friends, I will naturally keep it well."
The man's words carried a double meaning, each one threatening Frek Street.
The so-called 'information' was nothing more than evidence of Frek Street's crimes. The phrase 'secret between friends' was an implicit threat: if he cooperated, they would be friends; if not, they would be enemies.
And this evidence would be exposed.