Right now, Bob's thinking was this:
There was no need to say anything just yet. There was no proof, nor did it really matter. Business was business. He would potentially see where it went and what Scroogeux, or Max actually wanted.
Scroogeux, for his part, also had his current thoughts as follows:
Valentine could well be a worthy person to invest in for the future of his empire.
His beloved daughter (although he didn't tell her that obviously since he was tsundere) liked him, and that was already the main reason…
But regardless, he still needed to do his due diligence, and make sure that Valentine was legit.
As for whether Valentine might be worthy for… other things… well that would depend on how well he did at the meeting…
He placed a hand on the leather bound manuals that had been entrusted to him long ago.
Master… give me guidance, he mutters.
My time is not unlimited. I hope that I could create a legacy to pass on your teachings…
!!!
No way…
At this, the esteemed readers couldn't believe what they were reading. Just how many hidden masters were there in this novel?!?!
Then again, one person spoke up reasonably, "I mean, even a Yoga Instructor, Derek is OP, not to mention the TCM Acupuncture lady, so…"
Met with an influx of letters, e-mails and real-time questions from the astute audience, author replied as he usually did:
"Uh... Yes?!"
"Oh, good."
"Yeah, that's fine."
"Carry on."
Accordingly, with all their questions answered, these talented wonderful and extremely good looking and intelligent people (whose favourite hobby was now donating power stones to Rizzmaster: The Adventures of Bob, or as they affectionately referred to it as RTAOB or RTAB, their favourite webnovel) grabbed their popcorn favourite drinks and snacks, and settled in to enjoy the show.