The president's office is located in the west, and the afternoon is the time when the rays of the sunset shine into the office. Jonathan lazily leaned back in his chair and listened to Roger's report on the situation. "Master, I've sent someone to investigate, but I still haven't found an old man that matches the characteristics described in this Southwest area!" Jonathan involuntarily frowned. This was the first time he had encountered such a difficult opponent! Not only was played, but it's been a while, and he needed to find out who it is. "What else do you have?" Jonathan suddenly looked at Roger.. Roger immediately said: "I know news in Los Angeles." "What?" There's no close relationship between Los Angeles and the Southwest, but if Roger mentioned Los Angeles, there's something to do with him. "There is news from the Los Angeles side that Cuthbert Tremblay of the Tremblay family has left Los Angeles, not knowing where to go!" Jonathan's eyes narrowed into a straight line
Adela didn't know why she said that maybe because she suddenly felt that life was unpredictable. No one knew if she would suddenly stop breathing tomorrow. She wants to say these things. Jonathan was too surprised by her words: "Adela, I..." "You're so talented, and you probably wouldn't like a pathetic girl like me. All you do is just compensation, right?" Adela suddenly mocked herself, then took another deep breath and continued: "Jonathan, my mom told me. She said she wants you to marry me, but you... disagree!" This sentence made Adela lose all her strength. Jonathan's expression could have been more transparent and more apparent. He wants to tell Adela he likes her. But as Adela said, he's a guy who likes to keep his feelings to himself. He wants Adela to know about something other than the one-person and one-dead war between him and Augustus Alexander the following year. "That right!" Jonathan's throat moved slightly, and he only uttered such a sentence in the end. ***
Harvey looked at Jonathan fearfully and said: “Hey man, what do you want?”“Nothing, just wanted Neala to come to see you!”Harvey twisted his face. His once handsome face now looked very ugly.Jonathan sat on the sofa and then jokingly said: “Think about how you have to explain it to her!”About half an hour later, Neala was led into the room by Stephen because she was walking so fast that she was out of breath.“Mr. Wang, did Harvey commit a crime against you here? Let me apologize on his behalf!” Neala glanced at the two of them and quickly apologized to Jonathan, though she didn’t know what was happening.Jonathan glanced at Harvey nonchalantly and then said: “Do you say it yourself or let me?”Harvey lowered his head, looking confused.But Neala is already here. If he can’t get through this gate today, he won’t be able to extract another penny from her tomorrow.But what if Neala gets so angry that she goes to the police?Thinking so, Harvey just had to persevere: “Neala, today I
Harvey hesitated: “Mr. Wang, there is a saying that it is better to destroy a temple than to destroy other people's love affairs. Why do you keep making things difficult for me?"Jonathan put down his phone, crossed his arms with both hands, then glanced at him and said: "Because I'm not used to seeing fake sentiments, video from surveillance cameras can't be faked. If you're as clean as promotional words yourself, then I will help your company pay off its current debt!”What did Harvey and his friends go to the bar to do? More specifically, what he did, Jonathan knew very well.But Jonathan knew Harvey was very talkative because he was found out by Neala for bad behavior, but he still managed to convince Neala.Without proof, Harvey won't admit fault. Therefore, Jonathan took the video from the camera.The standard small bar karaoke rooms will not install cameras, but if the bar has a big scale, it must be there to avoid unnecessary troubles.Only they rarely have to extract the vide
Neala looked at Harvey coldly, her voice hoarse: "You're right. I should make up to you for the years of your youth that you sacrificed for me! Ten million dollars, let's say I buy your youth, Harvey. Get out. Get as far away as possible!!” “Thank you, thank you!!” Harvey was like being pardoned, afraid Neala would change her mind, and immediately ran out of the room. At this point, Neala couldn't hold it anymore. She suddenly fell on Jonathan's shoulder and burst into tears. Cry to heartbreak. Neala and Jonathan's relationship is not suitable for this ambiguous act. But he still didn't push her away. Maybe crying loudly would help Neala feel better. After a long while, Neala's sobs slowly disappeared. She hurried away from Jonathan's shoulder and said: "Thank you!" "Nothing. You don't blame me for worrying about you will be scammed by others. Well, and I've already prescribed a cure for you and will send it to your phone shortly. Waiting for the day you feel more com
“It's Curtis. I have work and have to leave San Francisco for a few days, so I want to ask you to take care of Curtis. You can rest assured the transportation of Curtis to school has Roger in charge and will not be too troublesome. But Roger is also old, not very suitable to care for children." Hearing that, Adela's expression softened: "If you don't hate my simple house, take her to my house. But Jonathan, you keep saying you've found my daughter, but you keep refusing to let me and her meet. Can you tell me directly, have you finally found Mary or not?" This made Adela begin to feel a little suspicious. Jonathan replied: "When I get back to San Francisco, I will bring her to meet you and get to confirm the bloodline together, absolutely not breaking my promise!" Her throat moved, her face a little excited, and Adela nodded thoughtfully: "Okay!" So many years have passed. Just a few more days, and she can still wait, as long as her daughter is at peace. The matter is over
“Probably at least fifty million or more, Marcus, Are you going to play?” Beckham laughed sarcastically: “Do you have any money left? Let's go take a shower and go to sleep!" "Mr. Beckham, I don't have money, but my daughter has. Gambling about fifty million dollars is nothing to her. Mr. Beckham, you've already lent me a lot of money. Add another fifty million dollars for enough to a hundred million dollars! As secured, I will pay you both principal and interest." Marcus tries to pretend that money isn't an issue to present himself as a man to have money. “You borrowed another fifty million dollars? If you can't pay, even if I kill you, it will be a big loss! Marcus, is your mind still normal?" Beckham looked at Marcus like a mad older man. "Mr. Beckham… just fifty million dollars, what's to that extent? Okay, I'll pay double interest on the loan, okay?" Beckham was immediately moved, but still narrowed his eyes and refused to agree: "According to the law, it is wrong for me to l
The bald man's turn."Five million dollars, I open cards, 9, 5, 2 spades of the same suit!"The bald man directly opened the cards.At this point in the hole to bet must have at least about thirty million dollars.Marcus froze. Fuck, unexpectedly, encounters the homogenous.Moreover, the bald man just now hesitated to pretend that his cards were too small.He did not dare to bet his hand was a string of suits, and he threw in nine million dollars, and this amount is likely to be lost.Marcus could only take out his cards and glance cautiously, the fortuneteller's words still playing in his mind. He has a homogenous chain, a homogenous chain!The second card, 6!This made Marcus breathe a sigh of relief, now 50 percent homogenous.The third card.Marcus is about to die.Life and death lie between a line.If it's a seven, he'll not lose nine million dollars!And if it's a seven, plus interest, he'll make more than forty million dollars!He had never seen so much money in his life!"7 He