“I look forward to it.” Philip smiled mildly before he looked at Hans and said, “You know what to do.” Hans grinned broadly. Showing his white teeth, he said, “Philip, don’t worry. I’m the best at torturing people. I’ll be sure to make this guy realize his mistake and repent.” Philip nodded and walked to the private exhibition hall at the back of the venue with Fennel and the others. Steven also followed behind them. Before leaving, he looked at the miserable Warwick and shook his head helplessly. All this happened because Warwick was too arrogant. Steven caught up to Philip and said with a smile, “Mr. Clarke, we can still talk about the cooperation between us?” Philip turned to Steven and said, “We can, but I have other important things to do now. If you really want to talk about cooperation, look for me tomorrow.” Upon hearing this, Steven said with a smile, “Mr. Clarke, are you here for your sister?” Philip was just about to walk away when he heard Steven’s words and stopped. With doubt and coldness in the corners of his eyes, he stared at Steven. At the same time, he glanced at Fennel, trying to find out from him why Steven seemed to know everything. Fennel was also helpless and said with a shrug, “The Smith family’s intelligence network is indeed very powerful. It’s no surprise that they know everything about you. After all, they control nearly half of the intelligence network in the West.”
Hearing this, Philip frowned slightly. He looked at Steven and asked, “What do you know?” Steven’s smile, coupled with his typical handsome Western face, was really unfathomable. He tugged on his suit and said softly, “I know why you’re here tonight, Mr. Clarke. The highlight of the evening is the underground trade between the nobles and those in power. What I can say for sure is that the forces behind your sister will definitely be here.” “We already know that. If that’s the information you have, it’s not very useful to me,” Philip replied coldly. He could not help but feel that Steven could not be trusted and had ulterior motives. After all, Western aristocrats engaged in the intelligence profession could not be trusted wholeheartedly. Steven smiled and said, “If I say that I have information about your sister, Hannah Clarke, how much do you think it’ll be worth?” Philip frowned, and his eyes burst with chills. He said, “Steven, you should know my identity. Are you bargaining with me?” “Oh no, Mr. Clarke. You’ve misunderstood. This is just the custom of our Smith family. If you want to get information from me, you must pay the price, of course. Moreover, this is something you need urgently, isn’t that right?” Steven’s handsome face carried a hint of a sure victory.