Chapter 1892

That was Valentino's bed? Matthew was surprised. A small fry like Willie had billions. As the leader of the Swindle Order, Valentino managed all the group's finances. Matthew figured Valentino had to have at least tens of billions. Yet, Valentino was staying in a crowded youth hostel with more than 20 other people. The bedding looked cheap and messy. It wasn't folded, just bunched up in a heap on the bed. Near the pillow, the blanket was a lot darker, as though facial oil or scalp grease had seeped in and changed its color. There was a yellowish stain on the pillow too. The leader of the Swindle Order was living like some drifter—messy and broke. Matthew even suspected Marion might have gotten the wrong person, or that there was someone else here working as an extra with the same name as Valentino Welch. They had yet to see Valentino, so all they could do was wait. Matthew turned to Marion and asked, "Which bed is mine?" Marion pointed under Valentino's bed. "That one is your