After leaving Near department store, Adela, holding an order worth tens of millions of dollars, felt like she was dreaming. Still in disbelief, she wondered: "With this ten-million-dollar order, will I top this month's sales?" Although Adela had secured this order thanks to Jonathan, she suddenly remembered that topping the sales in three months could completely remove him from her sight. So, Adela decided to take full credit for this achievement! After all, Jonathan didn't care about this small commission. Unbeknownst to her, Adela was gradually becoming closer to Jonathan. Sitting in the driver's seat, Jonathan smiled lightly: "Just a ten-million order and you want to top the sales? You're underestimating Near department store. At least aim for thirty million, push on." "And if everything is settled, then the rest of today is mine. Come with me to a friend's house!" Jonathan had promised Tommy that he would bring his sister-in-law Adela to meet him. Why not just go today? Al
"Rolls-Royce?" Jonathan smiled. Amidst everyone’s puzzled gazes, he suddenly took out his phone and called with a resolute voice: "Could you get me a Rolls-Royce immediately? I need one.” Adela instantly formed an incredible guess in her mind: Jonathan was causing trouble again! Just like last time when he asked for an Aston Martin and got it right away! “Hmph, keep pretending. A Rolls-Royce isn’t that easy to buy, and you say ‘buy it now, I need it’, who are you trying to fool?” Iris was completely incredulous. Layla also sneered, not believing Jonathan could purchase the car. To buy a Rolls-Royce, he needed to place an order in advance, and it usually takes half a month just to receive the car. Buying one immediately? That's simply impossible! This Jonathan is definitely faking it! By then, Jonathan had hung up and said nonchalantly: "I’ve ordered the Phantom model. How’s that? If you feel okay with it, please wait for about half an hour, the car will be delivered right away.
Two days passed, and the three-day deadline given by Raphael to Jonathan arrived. If he couldn’t secure the ten-million-dollar contract with Near Department Store, he would have to step down from the CEO position of M&N Fashion. Early in the morning, Jonathan and Adela arrived at the company. But inside the company, all eyes on them were filled with pity. Three days had gone by, but there was still no sign that Near Department Store was interested in continuing the contract with M&N Fashion. There were vague rumors that the CEO of Near Department Store had no intention of cooperating with Jonathan. According to sources, Edgar would have to become the CEO of M&N Fashion for Near Department Store to consider renewing the contract. "Ah, it looks like CEO Wang, who parachuted in here, is about to pack up and leave." "Just thinking about it, you can guess the outcome. How can a rich playboy like him be a match for the sly Edgar!" "Actually, I don’t want Edgar as the CEO!" "Who woul
"Ha ha ha. Jonathan, we have nothing more to talk about. A man must stand by his word, so if you don't get the contract, be ready to write your resignation! And Adela, she can stay in the company." Hearing Jonathan hadn't secured the contract yet, Edgar immediately showed his true colors, laughing mockingly. His eyes were filled with desire as he looked at Adela. With Jonathan gone, who would protect Adela now? Everyone suddenly heard Jonathan's statement: "But what if Adela managed to secure the contract with Near Department Store?" Everyone was confused. Had Jonathan actually secured the contract or not? "Is this some kind of joke? How could Adela possibly get the contract?" Edgar couldn't believe it. "Show it to Director Raphael." Jonathan instructed Adela. Adela immediately took out the contract documents and placed them before Raphael. She finally understood Jonathan's intention; he wanted her to take the credit for securing this contract, and she was deeply moved. Raphae
Meanwhile, Jonathan and Adela entered the CEO's office, one after the other. "Jonathan, I want to resign!" Adela suddenly blurted out. Jonathan was slightly surprised. Why would she do this? But he quickly understood: "Because Raphael questioned your education in front of everyone? Adela, why are you so fragile?" Adela bit her lip, feeling incredibly frustrated, and remained silent. Raphael's single question about her education had negated all her efforts and trampled on her dignity! Jonathan continued, unconcerned: "First, others don't know, but both of us are aware that you had no part in the Near department store contract; I did it all. So don't feel frustrated. Forget about education; you don’t even have the necessary skills!" "Whether it's Raphael or Edgar, if you want them not to target you, not to discriminate against you, then excel at your job, achieve so much that they can't threaten you!" "Second, do you think I haven't persisted in getting Edgar out of the company b
Jonathan and Adela frowned, seeing a disheveled man in his thirties approaching, his clothes dirty and unkempt. "People wish for their sons to support them in their old age, yet I have to bend over backward to support my son! Basil, I just gave you five hundred USD last night, and it's gone already?!", Mrs. Jones irritably looked at her son. "Ah, this is Adela, I heard you're working at a big company now. Oh, and this is..." Basil Connor, Mrs. Jones’s son, in his thirties and yet with nothing to his name. His eyes heated up upon seeing Adela, completely ignoring the matter of taking money from Mrs. Jones. Before Adela could speak, Mrs. Jones coldly said: "This is young master Wang, Adela's boyfriend!" Basil Connor's face darkened, casting a rather unfriendly glance at Jonathan. Adela was about to object, but she suddenly understood Mrs. Jones' intention. Basil had always shown interest in her, which she knew. Mrs. Jones said this to make Basil give up entirely. So, she took Jon
At night, when the street lights just started glowing. The night scene of Elite Summit was dotted with countless bright lights, dazzling and splendid. Yet, even in such a bustling place, there were dark, gloomy corners. In the slum area on the northern outskirts of the city, the scenery was starkly different. Decrepit buildings from the sixties and seventies were dimly lit by a few faint lights. Basil, drunk, pushed the door open and stumbled into the small four-walled room, leaning over the water purifier and pressing the switch, hot water gushing into his mouth. "Phew, phew, phew!" Scalded by the boiling water, Basil jumped up, cursing: "Damn it, who left the hot water on? I'm burnt!" "Damn, so unlucky, even getting burned drinking water!" Bang! In his anger, he kicked the water purifier. The machine made a crackling noise and then broke down completely. Hearing the noise outside, Mrs. Jones hurried out of her room, scolding loudly: "Basil, have you lost your mind? If you
Reaching an unoccupied restroom, Basil stopped. He pulled out a crumpled, cheap cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a few deep drags. "Jonathan, I've had the doctor check your prescription, and it's not from any legitimate hospital. Now, my mother's critical condition is due to your medication! Tell me, if I hand this prescription to the police, how many years in prison will you get?" Basil seemed confident of his victory. "Is it a disease-inducing drug from the black market?" Jonathan suddenly asked. Basil's eyes flickered with panic. How did Jonathan know? Only the black market would have disease-inducing drugs mixed with a small amount of pesticide and other substances, designed to trigger relapses of existing illnesses. Of course, Basil didn’t admit it and soon feigned calmness, shouting: "I don’t know what you’re talking about. My mother is seriously ill because of you. What do you think should be done?" Jonathan didn’t expect Basil to confess: "So, what do you prop