Chapter 121 “$200,000? Ah, that's a huge amount of money. Where can I get such money from?” Cordelia said with a shaky voice. “I'm sorry, ma'am but that's what we can take for his treatment.” Cordelia was silent for some moment, feeling torn to pieces from the current state of things that were currently burning her up; she managed to respond. “Alright, please start the treatment on him. I'll make a deposit of $50,000 today.” She stated without knowing when the rest of the money was going to be completed. And with that, the call ended. Her mother, Sandra, who only heard Cordelia's responses without hearing that of the doctor, looked at Cordelia immediately after the call ended and asked, “What did the doctor say? Is Paul getting any better?” Her face was overlaid with worry. But Cordelia didn't answer her a word. Meanwhile, Michael entered the grand office, which exuded wealth much more than his. This was Mr. John Lewis’ office. He smiled as he saw Franklin and Uncle J

Chapter 123 Meanwhile, Michael stood outside, and when he saw a cab, he stopped it and went inside. “Please, take me to a downtown restaurant!” He ordered and the driver began to drive. But at some point, the driver looked through the rearview and said, “Ah, at the current situation of the economy and you're going to the downtown restaurant? You must really be rich.” The driver smiled lightly. Michael smiled, too, at the driver's words. Indeed, he's extremely rich, not just rich. However, he pretended and asked, “Why do you say so?” “That's because I have heard a lot about it. How expensive their meals are. Even the Wagyfu that's been prepared at home with just $20 is costing $300 there.” “Oh, I never knew things were so cheap there,” Michael said, and the driver was stunned. He became quiet, focusing on the driving. Michael chuckled to himself after saying that. He wasn't at that moment strong enough for any conversation. Suddenly, his stomach began to rumble which

Chapter 125 “Stand up quickly!” Michael said, glancing around to see that no one was watching. “What are you doing here? Did you accompany Grandma Isabella here?” He asked after his bodyguard stood up. The bodyguard shook his head and replied, “No, sir. It's Madam Rose and Sir Fred that drove down here. They are inside the restaurant having lunch together.” Michael looked at him, his expression full of anger and annoyance. Before he assigned the bodyguard to be Grandma Isabella's driver, he had warned him not to let anyone drive in it. He became so angry that he slapped the driver, “What did I tell you? Didn't I give you a strict warning not to allow anyone to drive in this car? Or do you want me to fire you?” He shot at the driver. “Please, sir. Don't sack me, I promise that it won't happen again. It was an order from Grandma Isabella that I followed.” The driver replied with his hand on his cheek. Michael was quiet for some time before he said with a cold expression. “Ju

Chapter 127 “How dare you come to my restaurant and cause a whole mess like this? Huh?” He held Fred's collar and pulled him to himself angrily. “Were you blind to see that this place isn't a place to fight or cause trouble?” He instantly left Fred's collar and held his throat. He was trying to take life out of Fred. Fred struggled to speak; his breath went straight inside of him, and he could feel life going out of him. Finally, he managed to say, “Let go of me.” He pushed Isaac backward and began to gasp for air. Isaac staggered back after the push but was held back by his bodyguards, whose faces instantly turned furious. Rose hurried to Fred's side and panicked. Her face was plastered with fear and worry, “Fred, are you okay?” She asked, holding him firmly in her arms. Fred weakly nodded his head and replied in a fast breath, “I'm fine…” He stammered, trying to regain himself. Rose instantly raised her head and glared at Michael, furious. She stood on her feet and ap

Chapter 129 There was silence over the phone for a while and Michael cleared his throat and asked, his curiosity piqued. “Are you really a manager at the restaurant?” “Not really sir. I was sent to inspect the place. It's still my Boss, the owner of Diamond Hotel that owns the place.” Isaac answered. “Alright then,” Michael said, “Have you been able to talk about the house offer to Ella yet?” He asked. Isaac hurriedly replied, his voice laced with fear and sincerity. “Ah, that? I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry, sir, I haven't been able to do it, but I promise that I'll do it right after now.” Michael chuckled lightly, “Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. Also, I'm glad you haven't. I want you to send back the money to my account, I'll build her a house instead of purchasing an already made one.” “That sounds nice. With that, she could be able to choose the type of house she likes.” Issac nodded and said, thoughtfully. “But how do you intend to do that?” He asked. He knew that M