The 'friends' Adams was referring to were not some big, important people.
As most people knew, the Rossetti family was a newly emerged aristocracy that rose to prominence through war. While noble enough compared to the powerless commoners, they were not highly regarded within their own circle, falling short of the upper echelons and surpassing the lower echelons. Therefore, Adams viewed those "friends" who came to associate with them for their fame as more like subordinates who were dependent on him.
The person he met at the moment was a mid-to-high-level executive of the Federal Intelligence Agency, whose status among the powerful was similar to his own, and whose level could be used to deflect outsiders.
"No problem, you can trust me!" In response to Adams' request, the supervisor patted her pectoral muscles and assured him, "I can handle this little thing for you right away!"
"Okay, then we'll check it out now," Adams said perfunctorily. "I'll treat you to dinner when we have the results."
The supervisor, eager for a promotion and a raise but just missing out on a small opportunity, trembled with excitement: "I'll be right there!"
She immediately turned on the computer in front of her, connected to the Federation's internal database, and quickly looked up the name 'Ulysses Valen'.
"Let me see what I can find out... Ah! Got it! If this is the Mr. Warren you're looking for, well, he looks really young."
The female supervisor, who was over fifty years old, touched her face and felt a little doubtful.
"That's not important," Adams said perfunctorily. "Isn't the only thing that matters to a pretty boy's face? From my perspective, you make a living by your talent...what else?"
"Educational and criminal records," the supervisor said. "He graduated from Capital Medical University and stayed on to teach after completing his doctorate—but was fired just two years later due to student reports and feedback from colleagues."
Adams immediately asked, "Why?"
"Is this important?" The supervisor glanced back at Adams's icy expression, chuckled, and immediately returned to his search. "I only see vague generalizations here. It's said to be a mental issue."
"And after that?"
"Judging from where his welfare benefits went, he might have been homeless for a while. After that, Mr. Valen was invited by a friend to work as a sewer cleaner at the Capital Zoo. However, he was affected by a Zerg attack about five years ago and ended up in the hospital. He hasn't had that job since."
Even the supervisor, who considered herself to be hard-hearted and selfish, couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "What bad luck!" A small tinge of sympathy rose in her heart, and she couldn't help but ask, "What business do you have with such an insignificant person?"
"Don't delve into things that don't concern you," Adams said ruthlessly. "And you haven't finished yet."
The supervisor turned his back to him, rolled his eyes, and continued to scroll down: "...Uh, there's nothing further, sir."
"What?"
"As you can see," the Director said innocently, "there are only so many records on file."
"That's impossible!" Adams denied, frowning. "Haven't you read the latest newspapers? Ulises Valen is my son's colleague. He works at a clinic in the Coliro district of the capital. Do you think this is something a homeless person in the archives could do?"
"But..." The supervisor was also a little dumbfounded, "This is really all I found out."
A possibility suddenly emerged in her mind. "Maybe it's because..." The woman stammered, "The remaining content is too highly classified. I don't have the authority to know it yet."
As soon as she said it, even she herself found it unbelievable and funny.
What on earth is there about such an Alpha man that warrants raising the level of confidentiality?
Adams twitched her lips, clearly not convinced by this explanation. The man thanked her with a forced smile and left without hesitation.
"Oh." The supervisor felt that he had missed out on a rare opportunity for promotion again, and couldn't help feeling frustrated and angry.
She repeatedly refreshed the page about 'Ulysses Valen', trying to read something else between the lines.
Why is this?
**
"So he really is just an ordinary hourly worker?" Lyle looked at his father suspiciously. "Then how did he pass the clinic's assessment?"
"Sorry, dear, this question is bothering me right now." Adams sat in his study, stroking his mustache. "I think your previous speculation might be correct. His current identity may not have been obtained through legal means."
Lyle's eyes lit up: "You think so too!"
"Yes," Adams shrugged. "Otherwise, I really can't understand how a person from the bottom of society could escape the attention of the intelligence agency and climb into the middle class in just five years. And as you said, he owns a car and a house, and he uses firearms, which has nothing to do with his profession. As far as I know, monthly tickets for many gun clubs are not cheap at all for ordinary people."
"So are we going to report him?" Lyle asked excitedly, "or are we going to use his secret to blackmail him and get some benefits?"
"This..." Adams was unusually undecided. If his youngest son hadn't suddenly mentioned this person, he wouldn't have even recognized him. "Anyway, I'm going to shut up those newspapers that are talking nonsense. You can't get involved with this criminal under any circumstances. As for how to exploit this matter, don't act rashly. Let me ask other people for their opinions first."
**
When a Rossetti decided to put on a humble face, it meant that the person he was communicating with was anything but ordinary.
That evening, Adams attended a party hosted by the Griffin family.
As far as he knew, the Griffin family's business had not been doing well in recent years. Even though they were low-key and honest enough, it seemed as if there was an invisible hand hanging over the Federation, strangling their livelihood bit by bit.
However, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. As a behemoth that has been glorious for centuries, Adams Rossetti would never dare to underestimate the other party. So after receiving the invitation letter, he immediately replied respectfully and arrived at the dinner scene solemnly without delay.
However, to his surprise, the banquet that he had imagined would be bustling with people actually only had a handful of people. A few important figures who looked vaguely familiar to him but whom he could not remember where they had seen were sitting in seats near the main seat. The current head of the Griffin family, who was supposed to be presiding over the meeting, sat in the second-in-command position... Adams glanced cautiously at the man sitting in the main seat, and dug out the other's identity from the depths of his memory: Langman Griffin!
Thinking of the recent rumors that the other party's application for medical parole was approved, Adams shuddered and withdrew his gaze from Langman's long hair with a few strands of silver. While pondering the purpose of this invitation, he bowed to the host.
They exchanged pleasantries at the edge of the long table for a long and boring but necessary time. During the conversation, the former head of the Griffin family at the main seat was surprisingly friendly. Even though Adams still couldn't figure out the other party's purpose, he gradually relaxed during the dull conversation and took a sip from the steaming teacup in front of him.
The next second, he heard Longman Griffin ask in a soft and gentle voice, "I heard that your youngest son...his name is Lyle Rossetti, right? He seems to have had some adventures recently."
Adams coughed uncontrollably and nearly choked. If Langman wasn't an Omega, he would have thought he had some intentions beyond friendship towards his youngest son, who was also an Omega...
"What are you talking about?"
Langman didn't answer directly. "Despite his good background, he never gave up on self-improvement. He could persevere even if it meant working overtime until midnight. Mr. Lyle is a conscientious doctor, and you are also a good teacher."
Adams was suddenly praised to the skies, feeling both delighted and apprehensive. "You're exaggerating," he said.
His family knew their own business. His youngest son was practically spoiled to death by him and his wife. He even had an internship position because Grandpa Lyle wouldn't let him. Conscientious and responsible? Absolutely not.
Langman coughed softly. He certainly didn't look well. It seemed the rough life of the past few years had left the elderly man with indelible pain and suffering. However, he wore a friendly smile. "So, Mr. Lyle and the knight who protected him from the bandits are indeed a couple?"
Adams didn't notice the other person's probing gaze. He paused for a moment, recalling the tragic story of the unfortunate individual named 'Ulises Valen' he had just read about that morning, his youngest son's accusations against his unromantic and ungentlemanly colleagues, and the allegations of Yuri's mental condition and the criticism of his bizarre behavior in the database from over a decade ago. Of course, more importantly, this person was likely connected to a group of armed and dangerous individuals endangering the capital's security!
The Rossetti family head shuddered and denied it resolutely: "Of course not!"
Langman exchanged glances with the other guests around him in an unobtrusive manner.
Adams said angrily, "I'm telling the absolute truth! I don't know where this despicable tramp stole the honor that doesn't belong to him. Not only does he show no remorse for his past crimes, he even tried to touch my innocent and poor Lyle!"
An old man sitting at the long table suddenly coughed uncomfortably.
Langman looked at Adams with a smile: "Oh? Is that so."
"Absolutely! I can't find any trace of this guy's background. He seemed to have popped out of nowhere, using a respectable job to cover up his ugly past. Maybe he was the one who led the criminal gang we encountered that day! They're either enemies, or they're planning to collude with each other to do some illegal activities!"
The old man twisted his buttocks on the stool, almost unable to sit still, and kept winking at Longman Griffin.
Langman slowly put down his knife and fork and made a final confirmation: "So your son really has nothing to do with Mr. Valen, and you still have serious malice and prejudice against him, right?"
"...What?" Adams was completely stunned, almost raising his hand to scratch his ear. "Don't you understand what I mean? He's either a thug or a fugitive. I suggest we start by checking the wanted posters from recent years..."
He was interrupted by Langman.
The former head of the Griffin family said to his partner, unconcerned, "I knew that the gentleman was surrounded by a group of autistic people. It's absolutely impossible for him to suddenly fall in love with a good-for-nothing young master, a plot that only appears in third-rate novels."
His partner, Bishop Gilbert, shook his gray beard and said, "It seems I was overthinking it. So what are you going to do now?"
Of course, it is to kill potential enemies for his believers, and then bring the corpses to claim credit.
No matter what, whether the Griffin family can make a comeback depends on whether these trivial things can impress the other party.
Thinking of this, the former head of the Griffin family smiled even sweeter.
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