Billionaire in Kingsman with a Marvel System

Half an hour later, Abram arrived at the Continental Hotel. At the side entrance, he handed a gold coin to the guard and waited for about ten minutes before meeting the lobby manager, Caron. Despite being a black man, Caron's etiquette was impeccable.

Sitting in his car, Abram apologized, "Good evening, Mr. Caron. I apologize, but due to certain reasons, I don't want anyone to know I'm here at the hotel right now, so please forgive me for not getting out of the car to greet you properly. I'm here to see Manager Winston. Is Mr. Winston in the hotel?"

Caron nodded and signaled the guard to open the iron gate. Abram immediately drove into the internal parking lot, carrying a briefcase as he got out of the car.

Caron glanced at Abram, noticing how he deliberately patted the briefcase. From the effort Abram was making to carry it, Caron could tell it was filled with gold coins; otherwise, such a small case wouldn't be so heavy.

"Please follow me, Mr. Tarasov. The manager is currently entertaining a guest on the top floor. I'll inform him of your arrival, but whether he sees you or not depends on his decision."

"Alright, thank you." Since he was the one asking for Winston's help, Abram didn't mind Caron's attitude. "There are four backpacks in the car. Please have someone bring them up."

"Of course, Mr. Tarasov." Caron gestured with his hand, "Please follow me."

Caron led Abram to a private elevator, taking them to a reception room on the top floor. Caron personally poured Abram a cup of coffee. "Please wait here, Mr. Tarasov. I'll go and inform the manager."

"Thank you," Abram replied, somewhat anxiously watching Caron leave. As he waited, he mentally reviewed his options, considering what other bargaining chips he and Vigo might have to persuade Winston if their initial offer didn't satisfy him.

Not long after, the sound of helicopter blades whirring filled the air. Abram realized someone important had arrived—someone significant enough to land directly on the rooftop of the Continental Hotel. And from what Caron had said, Winston himself had gone to meet this person.

Curious, Abram thought about stepping out to take a look. He opened the door to the reception room but was immediately stopped by two bodyguards stationed outside. "Apologies, sir, but due to confidentiality, you cannot leave this room right now."

"Alright," Abram muttered, retreating back to the sofa. The bodyguards entered the room briefly, checked around, and, finding nothing amiss, nodded to Abram before closing the door.

Abram ended up waiting for two hours, growing increasingly impatient until there was finally a knock at the door.

Caron entered, politely saying, "Mr. Tarasov, Mr. Winston is now available to see you. Please follow me."

Abram breathed a sigh of relief. The two-hour wait hadn't been in vain. He quickly stood up, grabbing the briefcase of gold coins, and hurried to the door. "Thank you, Mr. Caron. I can't wait to meet Mr. Winston."

They walked down a long hallway until they reached the rooftop garden. The cool September night air of New York swept through the garden, and the breeze helped to calm Abram's agitated nerves.

Looking up, Abram saw Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel, talking to a young man who had his back turned to him.

Seeing Abram approach, Winston said a few words to the young man, then stood up and walked over to Abram.

After shaking hands, Winston smiled and asked, "Good evening, young Tarasov. What brings you to see me?"

Since this was a matter of life and death, and with an outsider present, Abram hesitated. But before he could say anything, Winston spoke again, "It's fine, just speak your mind."

Winston's impatience was palpable, which only made Abram more curious about the young man who was seated with his back to him. Who could be so important that Winston wasn't even concerned about privacy?

But now wasn't the time to be curious. Looking around, Abram noticed a round table not far away. "Could we discuss this over there, Mr. Winston? What I'm about to say concerns both my and Vigo's lives, and I have to be cautious."

Winston's curiosity was piqued by Abram's caution. He knew who the Tarasov brothers were, and if Abram was being this careful, the matter must indeed be serious. "Alright, follow me."

After leading Abram to the round table and taking a seat, Winston said, "Go ahead, what's this all about?"

Abram placed the briefcase on the table and opened it, revealing it to be full of Continental Hotel gold coins.

Winston glanced at the coins with some surprise. "I didn't expect you two brothers to have so many hotel coins. If I remember correctly, neither of you has ever placed a contract here. Can you tell me how you got these coins?"

"Please don't misunderstand, Mr. Winston. Although Vigo and I have never personally placed contracts, we do have some business dealings with the hotel, such as gathering information or dealing with some small-time thugs."

Winston turned to Caron, who was standing behind him.

Caron nodded. "Yes, sir. The hotel often requires the cooperation of local groups, especially for transportation services for members. Mr. Abram's taxi company has always worked well with us. He's a man who follows the rules."

"Very good." Caron's words pleased Winston. "I like people who follow the rules. So, young Tarasov, since we're partners, I'll help you as long as it doesn't break the hotel's rules."

This response left Abram momentarily speechless. He had come here precisely to break the rules, and Winston's comment felt like a trap.

"Well?" Winston asked, frowning at Abram's hesitation.

After a moment of thought, Abram steeled himself. "I apologize, Mr. Winston, but this concerns the lives of both me and Vigo, so I won't beat around the bush. I've brought 200 hotel coins and $20 million. Vigo and I need your support in dealing with some very serious problems."

"Problems?" Winston lowered his head slightly, staring at Abram. "Just problems? It doesn't take 200 coins to deal with a few problems."

"200 coins represent 200 contracts. Combined with $20 million, that represents 200 lives. Are you planning a war in New York? Or are you trying to get me forced into early retirement? If I take this contract, it won't be long before the High Table calls me in for questioning."

Winston's intense gaze made Abram very uncomfortable. He straightened up, placing his hands on the table as he pleaded, "Could you perhaps handle this privately? Or maybe you could give us some names, and we'll approach them ourselves. In exchange, once this is all over, we'll hand over our entire information network to you. We're willing to negotiate any terms."

"Any terms?"

Abram turned his head at the sound of the voice and was startled to see a young man standing silently behind him. This must have been the same young man who had been seated on the sofa earlier.

"What's this?" Winston smiled, somewhat exasperated by the young man's antics. "Are you interested in them?"

"Haha, dear Winston, I'm not just interested in them. I'm interested in the man they're working against—Pushkin."

"Hello, Mr. Abram Tarasov. My name is William Devonshire. I'm from England. It's a pity that due to some unexpected circumstances, we didn't get to meet in Boston a few days ago."

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