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Gloria.

"Nathan."

Nathan Burke and Gloria Swanson embrace warmly in the presidential suite of the Ambassador Hotel.

The two hugged for half a minute before letting go. Old Burke gently embraced Swanson's arm, gazing at her face. "When was the last time we met?"

Swanson responded with a faint smile, "In 1941, you came to the premiere of 'My Father Married'."

Old Burke tapped Swanson's nose. "I'm not so old that I'm forgetful. I attended the premiere of Sunset Boulevard last year."

Swanson tiptoed and kissed old Burke on the cheek. "You clearly remember, so why are you asking me on purpose?"

Old Burke stroked Swanson's mole on his lower right chin. "Is it still your lucky charm?"

“I’ve always believed this, and despite doctors warning me of the risk of it becoming cancerous, I still refused to have it removed.”

“You’re still so willful.” Old Burke released Swanson and pointed to the sofa next to him. “Jacob, Keemun black tea.”

The two sat down on the sofa, and Swanson said, "You no longer personally manage the business here, so why did you come this time? I remember the last time you came to Hollywood was four years ago."

Old Burke took a cigar from his cigar box. “You know I was quite the player when I was young, and I had close relationships with quite a few women. Many years ago I went to Hong Kong and met a Chinese woman there. She was very charming, and we had a wonderful time together.”

Then I went back to New York, and I lost contact with her.

Old Burke lit a cigar and took a puff. "I heard from her again a few months ago. She's been dead for many years..."

Swanson smiled knowingly. "Nathan, you have another child, a boy, just like you, smart and capable."

"You guessed it?" Old Burke wasn't surprised.

“I saw it, Lawford’s party. He didn’t notice me, this old woman, but I noticed him. He was with Nanalyn’s child, and their relationship seemed unusual.”

“Yes, it was him, my son.” Old Burke smiled broadly. “How did you end up at Lawford’s party?”

“Patricia is here too, I’m going to see her.”

"Still meeting with Joseph?"

“I hadn’t seen him for over ten years, and this time he took the initiative to contact me.”

"Still dreaming of becoming president?"

“Joseph’s obsession.” Swanson lit a cigarette and took an elegant drag. “If he knew you were in Hollywood, he would definitely come to see you. He’s always like that; he’ll never let go of anyone who can be of any use to him.”

“If he wants to see me, he can come to New York to find me. This time in Hollywood, I only want to focus on one thing.” Old Burke twirled the cigar in his hand and gently stroked it. “Adam is a good boy, and I want to give him some help.”

“Nathan, Barney speaks highly of your child; he doesn’t seem to need your help.”

Old Burke nodded noncommittally. "I need to see him, Gloria. We'll meet again at dinner. Bring that little girl Michelle along."

Swanson frowned and took a deep drag on his cigarette. "She might not listen to me. My relationship with her is very strained."

"Because of what?"

"She's with Robert Armon, a producer, who's eighteen years older than her."

"The age gap isn't that big."

“It’s not because of age.” Swanson tossed his cigarette into the ashtray. “We’ll talk more at dinner.”

Xian Yaowen successfully bought the apple pie and didn't notice anyone following him on the way. However, when the car was about to arrive at the office, Xie Tingyun noticed a Lincoln Metropolitan SUV following behind. The car was too high-end to be someone who was following them, but it seemed to be the same car they had been traveling with.

Xie Tingyun stopped his car and saw that the other car had stopped behind him, so he said, "Sir, the car behind you is here."

"I saw them, they're probably the people looking for Clay." He said this, but he didn't get out of the car in a hurry. He held his gun in his hand and looked at the car behind him through the rearview mirror.

A moment later, a man in his thirties got out of the Lincoln. Judging from his appearance, he was of mixed Jewish and Asian descent. His jawline was not prominent, his upper teeth were not protruding, his cheek muscles were not obvious, he did not have natural apple cheeks, and he had no forehead wrinkles. He did not quite fit the facial features of American English speakers from childhood.

However, we cannot rule out the possibility that, in his previous life, he spoke multiple languages ​​from a young age, and therefore his face did not show any language characteristics.

The man walked to the back door, opened it, and another middle-aged man climbed out of the car.

Xie Tingyun's astonished gaze met Xian Yaowen's. "Sir, this man looks just like you, especially his eyes."

Xian Yaowen nodded slightly, agreeing with Xie Tingyun's statement.

Actually, his facial features are not similar to those of a middle-aged man, only his eyes are similar, but his overall temperament is exactly the same. It can be said that a middle-aged man is his middle-aged form.

Is it a coincidence?

"It shouldn't be," the middle-aged man glanced at Jorge Guineau's office, then turned to stare at his car, as if trying to examine his face through the obscuring screen. Needless to say, the other party was after him.

The person looks similar to him and is targeting him, so it's highly likely that it's his adoptive father.

Judging from his demeanor, his haute couture attire, and what appears to be a bulletproof Lincoln, the old man must be quite wealthy, and it seems he has a large inheritance waiting for him.

He doesn't know how many unwanted siblings are waiting for him. You know, one person can die in an accident, five, six, seven, eight, or even more. Even if it's an accident, it's not an accident.

"This is difficult!"

The "father-finding information" he had previously obtained from Xian Guangli was of little use and had no clue whatsoever. Finding someone was like looking for a needle in a haystack, so the plan to recognize his ancestors had to be put on hold for the time being, and he planned to wait until his information channels in the United States were expanded before making any further plans. Unexpectedly, even though he wasn't looking, the other party found him.

"Dear Dad, you'd better be more reliable, otherwise, there are also some painful ways to die in an accident. Don't force me to be too ruthless to you in the name of dear Mom." Muttering to himself, Xian Yaowen pushed open the car door and stepped towards the middle-aged man staring at him.

Once they were facing each other, he blurted out in Chinese, "Sir, did you come to see me?"

The middle-aged man, Old Burke, chuckled at Sin Yiu-man and said in English, “I can understand some Chinese, but I can’t speak it. You’re speaking Chinese to a Jew to test whether I’ve been to China. No need to test, I’m the person you’re guessing.”

“Sir,” Sin Yiu-man said calmly, “According to a novelist’s thinking, if you come to me now, it’s either because you’re about to die or because your capable son has died. Tell me which one it is so I can have a good laugh.”

"Haha." Old Burke laughed instead of getting angry. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, it's neither of those."

“Well, the world is indeed not so perfect.” Sin Yiu-man shrugged. “Alright, you’ve seen the person, the shortcoming has been made up. I have guests and don’t have time to entertain you. When will you divide the inheritance… Ah, if you plan to divide my inheritance, please let me know in advance. I plan to let my children inherit directly.”

"Your attitude towards me is a bit unexpected. I'm mentally prepared to get punched a couple of times by you."

Sin Yiu-man shrugged. "Looking at myself from a woman's perspective, I'm not exactly a saint either, but I have one thing that's better than you: I'm willing to spend money on condoms. Grandet, that's something you should learn from."

"Hahaha." Old Burke laughed heartily. "I should have heard this suggestion a few years earlier."

“It’s not too late now. I don’t want to see your estate shared by more people.”

Old Burke took out a cigar pouch from his suit pocket, offered a cigar to Sin Yiu-man, and after being refused, lit one for himself. “My doctor said I can live a long time. You need to be patient with the inheritance. You can make your request to me first, and I will try my best to fulfill it.”

"I only have one request: that you die sooner so I can inherit your estate sooner."

Are you sure this is the only request?

Sin Yiu-man smiled faintly, "You intend to grant my request?"

Old Burke tapped Xian Yaowen with his cigar. "I've carefully studied your file. I know who you are and what troubles you have. Tell me your practical demands."

Sin Yiu-man feigned silence, frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I need a name that will keep the CIA from bothering me."

Old Burke's eyes were full of admiration. "You've discovered that the CIA is watching you. Very good. I'll help you resolve this problem, but there are some tasks you'll need to do yourself, Jacob."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yage took a few steps forward, handed Xian Yaowen a business card with both hands, and smiled kindly. "Young Master Adam, this is the master's address. Come over for a meal when you have time."

"Thank you." Xian Yaowen took the business card and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

Burke slightly lifted the brim of his hat. "Watch out for Joseph Kennedy. Goodbye."

After saying that, the old man walked towards his car.

Just then, a Cadillac pulled up, with Sidney Koshak, an extraordinary and unconventional lawyer, in the driver's seat. He glanced at Burke with surprise in his eyes, and in a daze, the car stopped in front of Sin Yiu-man's car. He got out, carrying his briefcase, and watched the Lincoln slowly drive away.

Sidney Kosark was born into a wealthy Ukrainian Jewish family in Chicago. He was a lawyer who had been practicing since the Prohibition era and began working for the Chicago Mafia in the 1930s, essentially serving as their personal lawyer.

In 1942, he came to Los Angeles, ostensibly as an elite lawyer specializing in labor law and the entertainment industry, but secretly as an agent of the Chicago Mafia in Hollywood, infiltrating film industry unions and bringing the Chicago Mafia's influence into Hollywood.

At the same time, he used his status to befriend powerful figures in the upper class, and had already become a middleman between the underworld and the legitimate world.

Sidney Kosack approached Sin Yiu-man. "Mr. Hepburn, I am Sidney Kosack, a lawyer, here on behalf of Mr. Giancana."

Xian Yaowen shook hands with Kosak. "Sam called. Do you need to find a quiet place?"

"You need to find a place you've never been before."

"Wait a moment, there are guests in the office, I'll go in and say hello."

"I'll wait here."

Sin Yiu-man nodded and strode towards his office. (End of Chapter)