Ghost Billionaire
Chapter 61: Frank Keller 1

Chapter 61: Frank Keller 1

"Young master, the things that you asked me before, I already took care of," Cristoff said as he sat beside Matthew in the back seat, passing him a sealed envelope. The moment Matthew arrived from his last exam, Cristoff was already there waiting for him.

"The cards are there," Cristoff said. "The accounts are clean, no links to your name or anything traceable. Offshore, as requested. One under a shell company in the Caymans, another in Zurich, and two more split between Belize and Singapore. All deposits cleared."

Matthew nodded and took a slow sip of water. The final day of exams had come and gone, just like that. He had hoped to finally unwind, but some things just couldn’t wait.

Matthew didn’t open the envelope. He trusted Cristoff. If the man said it was done, then it was.

"Any updates on Lenox?" he asked.

Cristoff leaned back slightly, eyes forward. "If there’s anything wrong with young master Lenox, then he’s hidden it too well. We couldn’t find anything substantial before he saved you years ago. However, we’re starting to trace some of his movements since arriving here."

Matthew didn’t interrupt. Lenox hid really well in his past life. Obviously, he wasn’t expecting Cristoff and the rest to succeed in masking Lenox’s mask off in just a few days.

"We found nothing on his main phone," Cristoff continued. "Our guess is he’s using a burner. I also cross-checked the locations he’s visited. Slow work. Some places don’t have CCTV, others wipe their recordings after a few days."

Matthew nodded. "Keep observing. After the gala, he’ll be moving out. You’ll have more time."

"Understood." Cristoff reached into his coat and handed him a tablet. "This is regarding your text this morning."

Matthew took the tablet and eyed the screen. Several listings popped up—land, isolated cabins, forest.

Cristoff explained, "All U.S. properties, as requested. No neighbors. Large acreage. Near forests. The first is in northern Idaho—Bitterroot area. Secluded, no nearby development. Second, in Mendocino County, northern California. It’s off-grid. Third is up in the Adirondacks in New York. Snow-heavy but quiet. Fourth is Oregon, near Umpqua National Forest. And the last is in Appalachia, West Virginia. Nearest road is ten miles off."

Matthew scrolled slowly. "I’ll visit them. See which suits best." After what happened last night, Matthew realized that he was now in a different world. There were things he needed to do away from people.

"When, sir?"

"Before I see my father."

Cristoff gave a small nod. "I’ll arrange everything."

Matthew paused, still staring at the tablet. "Did you clean my room?"

"Yes, sir," Cristoff replied. "I personally oversaw it. It smells like it’s never been lived in."

Matthew leaned back against the seat and set the tablet aside. "Good. You can go now."

Cristoff bowed his head once and stepped out of the car without another word.

With that, he stepped out of the car. A moment later, Ottep slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

"Where to, young master?"

"New clothes and a car," Matthew said. "The gala’s tomorrow."

Sadly, he didn’t have the luxury to relax. With the exams finally out of the way, there were no more excuses. He had connections to make, ones that couldn’t be put off any longer. Time was tight, and today was already slipping away.

Without saying a word, Ottep started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

They arrived at the dealership fifteen minutes later. Matthew stepped out, buttoning his coat. The glass doors slid open with a soft whir. Inside, the smell of leather and wax hit him immediately.

Then, he saw him.

Frank Keller.

The man turned as if sensing his gaze. A smirk crawled across his face. "Well, isn’t this Mr. Lindberg," Frank said, slow to straighten. "Didn’t expect to see you here."

Matthew didn’t stop walking as he looked around. "It’s nice to see you, young master Keller."

Inwardly, he was already noting the timeline. Frank would eventually become one of Lenox’s most loyal lackeys. If Duke was Lenox’s attack dog, then Frank was his personal bank.

However, at this point in time, Frank and Lenox hadn’t had the chance to meet yet. Moreover, Lenox hadn’t had the chance to help Frank in his business. This meant Matthew had a chance to turn things around.

"What brings you here?" Frank asked. "Don’t tell me you’re buying another car? Haven’t you got enough parked at that mansion of yours?"

Matthew nodded. Frank’s father and his had some business deals in the past, so Frank knew who he was. He also knew that Matthew’s father liked cars and had a collection of them on his own estate.

Frank’s smirk stretched wider. "Hey. Are you ignoring me?"

"Ignore you? How could I ignore the great Frank Keller?" Matthew replied, turning. He was specifically here for this man. However, the two of them often always argue with each other because of their different personalities. Frank was the flamboyant young master who likes to become the center of attention while Matthew prefers to stay behind the scenes. "I didn’t know that you were back."

"My father asked me to manage the dealership this time," Frank said, frowning.

Matthew nodded. Frank’s father owned a lot of businesses, most of them were in real estate but he also owned a few car dealerships in LA.

"Are you here to buy a car?" Frank asked.

Matthew smiled at him. "It’s been a long time since we last saw each other, Frank. Aren’t you even going to offer me some tea?"

Frank raised an eyebrow. "Tea?"

"Coffee is fine," Matthew said.

At that, Frank let out a sharp laugh. "Didn’t realize your taste had evolved," he said, gesturing for Matthew to follow him toward the office. As they stepped inside, Frank gave quick instructions to one of his staff not to disturb them.

Without missing a beat, Frank moved toward a sleek, custom espresso setup in the corner of the room—complete with a dual-boiler machine, hand grinder, and temperature-controlled kettle. He pulled out a sealed jar of rare Ethiopian beans and sniffed it with a satisfied sigh before measuring out a precise amount.

"Black?" he asked, already grinding the beans.

"Always," Matthew replied.

Frank nodded, dialing in the grind setting like he was handling a surgical tool. Within minutes, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the office as he carefully poured a shot of espresso into a small ceramic cup, followed by a splash of hot water. "Single origin. Light roast. Naturally processed," he said like it was scripture.

He handed Matthew the cup and leaned against the counter. "So... I assume you didn’t show up here just to admire my setup or buy a car?"

Matthew smiled, lifting the cup. "I heard you needed help."

That made Frank pause mid-sip, his eyes narrowing slightly.