Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk-Chapter 946: There Is No Place He Cannot Touch

After leaving Rachel Woodward’s residence, Jasper Sinclair had someone locate Jenson Sinclair’s whereabouts.

"Director Sinclair, he’s at a private club."

"Navigate."

Louis Hayes, sitting in the front of the Bentley, immediately changed the final destination from Crimson Hill Villa to the private club’s location.

At the same time, he didn’t forget to show concern for his boss’s health: "Director Sinclair, is anything wrong with your health?"

"It’s nothing serious."

At this point, Jasper Sinclair arranged and took a photo of the hospital’s paper report, sending it to his chat with Nora Northwood.

At the end, he added a sentence: "Bacterial cold, nothing serious."

She quickly replied: "That’s good to hear."

Traffic during workdays was noticeably lighter.

The Bentley smoothly parked in front of a private club, designed in an ancient Elysian architectural style, showcasing the owner’s capability.

Along with the Bentley, a group of bodyguards from The Sinclair Group’s security business arrived.

The bodyguards, dressed in grey and black, surrounded the private club in multiple layers.

Vehicles outside the club were all photographed and recorded.

Within minutes, the information of the owners of these luxury cars was transmitted to Louis Hayes’ communication device.

The doorman at the club noticed the unusual situation and quickly ran inside to inform the lobby manager.

The message was passed along until it reached the ears of the club owner.

Under the protection of the bodyguards, Jasper Sinclair entered the interior.

The indoor heating was sufficient but suffocating.

Jasper loosened his tie at his neck, at which point the club owner appeared.

"So it’s Mr. Sinclair. I was wondering whose grandeur it was."

The club owner had a smile, but internally he was calculating if anyone under him had offended Jasper Sinclair.

Jasper Sinclair was slightly surprised that this person knew his identity.

Since taking over The Sinclair Group, he had kept a low profile, rarely appearing in the media. While many knew of his identity, there were likely less than a handful who could recognize him.

Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed as he examined the person in front of him.

The owner’s beer belly was particularly noticeable, and the buttons before it were on the verge of bursting.

A distinctly memorable feature was the obviously fake hairpiece on his head.

In Jasper’s mind, he quickly labeled this person as a nouveau riche.

Then, with a cold voice: "Where is Jenson Sinclair?"

At these words, the owner tentatively replied, "You mean... your cousin?"

Jasper Sinclair particularly disliked being probed and immediately shot a cold glance over.

This person not only knew his identity but also his relationship with Jenson Sinclair, suggesting they had a close connection.

Still smiling, the owner spoke with a slightly courteous tone: "He should be drinking here, but exactly which room he’s in, I really don’t know."

Even Louis Hayes couldn’t bear the owner’s dodging and delaying.

Jasper Sinclair’s throat was already uncomfortable, and he didn’t want to waste more words, so he simply gave the people behind him an order: "Search."

A short word conveyed his firm attitude.

The man with the big belly wasn’t about to back down, shouting with a booming voice, "This is my turf!"

However, no one cared about what he said.

Jasper’s gaze shifted elsewhere, clearly uninterested in further conversation with the big-bellied man.

So what if it’s his turf?

In the whole Stanton City, is there any place Jasper Sinclair cannot go?