"What do you want?" Harvey asked, struggling to suppress his anger, the little goodwill he had for Jonathan flying away like smoke in the wind. "Firstly, are you familiar with Bellamy? He has ordered me to leave New York within three days, or he'll handle me. Today is the deadline, so Mr. Kyle, you need to tell him not to cause me any trouble, at least for the next month!" As he spoke these words, Jonathan glanced at Carnelian. Carnelian's face flushed a deep red, for she was responsible for this predicament. "Fine, no one will harm you in the next month. I will talk to the Bellamy patriarch!" Regardless, Harvey was an influential figure who could at least ensure that much. "Secondly, I want to marry Carnelian!" After Jonathan declared his second condition, the hospital corridor seemed to explode. No one could believe it! "You... What are you saying? Are you trying to catch a swan while being a toad? Your ambitions need to be bigger! Asking to marry Carnelian, have you taken
After resting at home till the afternoon, Jonathan once again caught a ride to the hospital. He had returned the keys to Carnelian's 7 Series to the company. When Jonathan arrived, the hospital room was brimming with people, filled with laughter and chatter. Many murmured phrases like Mr. Kyle Senior having passed a calamity and expecting good fortune. But the moment they saw Jonathan, the laughter in the room abruptly silenced. As Jonathan had anticipated, the Kyles weren't thrilled to meet the savior who had saved their lives. The reason, of course, was his exorbitant demand. Jonathan didn't mind. He approached Harvey: "I'm here to check on Mr. Kyle Senior." "If you would, please." Harvey answered calmly, then stood up, raising his hand to signal the others to leave the sick room. At this moment, Leonard had awoken, his eyes shining bright. "Young man, sit down here." Leonard motioned for Jonathan to sit down on the edge of the bed. Jonathan was not standoffish. He sat d
Carnelian's cheeks twitched. She realized that Jonathan did not intend to converse politely with her. But remembering that he was the savior of her grandfather, Carnelian persisted patiently: "You don't have to worry about Bellamy. I'll be married in a month, and he won't care about you anymore. And if not, I'll speak to my grandfather and ask him to speak with Bellamy. He won't touch you then." "Jonathan, you are the benefactor who saved my life and also a benefactor to the Kyle family. We owe you a great debt!" The words "owe you" carried weight. However, it seemed as if Jonathan didn't care for them. Jonathan did not wish to continue this pointless conversation with Carnelian. He said: "For now, I won't be visiting Orchid. My resignation letter is already there; you can sign it whenever you want. Also, if there isn't anything important, please do not seek me out." Suddenly, Jonathan received a message which caused him to change his mind: "Ah, I don't want to go home now. Could
"Heard that Mr. Alexander's position at Adonis is shaky?" Jonathan asked skeptically. Augustus replied honestly: "Michael is a man of deep intentions. Back in the day, he invested a small stake in the Heavenly Emperor corporation, but at that time, I didn't understand his intentions. Thought he just wanted a certain position within the corporation. But this time, when my conquest of the Southwest failed, his stake has increased significantly". "Many people want Michael to take over Adonis, leading the sect to a new height." Hearing this, Jonathan understood. In essence, Adonis and the Heavenly Emperor conglomerate are one. Similar to Top-Sky House and the Seven Wonders conglomerate. Without financial support from the Seven Wonders, Top-Sky House could not exist. Similarly, Adonis in New York is an organization established by influential individuals who select a prestigious and talented person to develop the Heavenly Emperor from everyone's network of relationships and then engag
"That was your mother's choice, what's there to hide? I just think your mother was foolish, who else to blame!" However, Rowena boldly claimed that Joel's father's actions were not wrong back then, and if anyone was to blame, it was Daisy's foolish mother who agreed. "A sharp-tongued woman like you is indeed a perfect match for him. No wonder you two fell in love." At this point, Jonathan suddenly spoke, not waiting for the others to retort, he turned to Daisy, his tone both serious and gentle: "Bitten by a dog, surely you wouldn't bite back? This kind of person doesn't deserve our anger. Let's go have fun instead." Jonathan intended to lead Daisy away, unwilling to tarry any longer. However, Joel was triggered, promptly blocking Jonathan: "What do you mean? Who are you calling a dog?" Jonathan replied lightly: "Whoever acknowledges, it's them. Why are you stepping closer? Do you want to fight?" "I... I won't be fooled by you! Anyway, the fact that you like the loose woman, Dais
After Bernie's explanation, Jonathan had a general understanding. New York was the country's hub, a congregation of the elites. There were numerous people of power and prestige whose fame spread far and wide, which was not at all exaggerated. Numerous powerful families, numerous pampered young masters. The number of people who emerged into the limelight was also not small. However, those standing at the peak were few and far between. Among them, the most sought after and praised in the younger generation were the four young masters and the three young misses of New York! At the top of the group of the four young masters was Michael of the Wang family, followed by Augustus, and one of the remaining two was Charles. Bernie was not included in this list. Michael had a passion for business and in recent years he harbored ambitions to set foot in the government, rarely involving himself in the affairs of New York's Young Masters. Augustus, on the other hand, had taken a path in th
In truth, there was no need to guess, as the situation had made it pretty clear. Ordinary people would not go to such lengths just to ruin Gladys. Moreover, this person could make the top executives of Star turn a blind eye to this issue and manipulate a four-star hotel like the Power Hotel! These were things a person without influence couldn't accomplish! "I know who it is now, it's Aubrey Wise! Two days ago, Aubrey invited me to dinner, and since he's a young master from the Wise family, I couldn't refuse and had to go. However, after going, Aubrey showed his true colors, demanding that I spend the night with him. At that moment in distress, I slapped him. No more than two days later, I encountered this problem!" "Except for him, I can't think of anyone else!" Gladys was certain, confidently pronouncing the name Aubrey Wise without hesitation. "Young master from the Wise family?" Jonathan chuckled bitterly: "Miss Gladys, if this issue is related to the Wise family, it's quite
Knock, knock! There was a knock on the door. Jonathan opened it to find Daisy standing outside. "Are you heading out?" Daisy asked, noticing his attire. Jonathan nodded: "I have a dinner appointment tonight." Without divulging further details — mere words could hardly encapsulate the complexity of the situation — Jonathan moved on. "Oh, I was about to ask you out for dinner! But if you've made plans, nevermind then." Daisy said, a note of disappointment in her voice. "Right, I'll come by tomorrow morning. We can attend the auction together." Jonathan offered, reminding himself of the crucial evening ahead. He had to help Gladys navigate through her troubles and couldn't afford to drag Daisy into it. "Tomorrow?" Daisy seemed hesitant: "Or, or maybe we shouldn't go?" "Are you busy or you don't want to go?" Jonathan questioned, puzzled. Daisy looked awkward as she gritted her teeth: "I... I find it very upsetting!" The prospect of witnessing her home being auctioned off and sol
At the Moonlight company's neighboring cafe. Jonathan and Juliette sat secluded in a dim corner. Juliette, shedding her pretense, took a sip of coffee before saying: "I've arranged to dine with Feagan tonight. What's our next move?" "How do you find Feagan?" Jonathan inquired earnestly. "Handsome, even more than you. And oozing charisma! If I were Adela, I'd choose him and kick you to the curb." Juliette quipped. Jonathan: "..." "Heh, just teasing!" Seeing Jonathan's knitted brows, Juliette laughed: "But seriously, Feagan seems like another wolf in sheep's clothing. He's no match for you! I entered his office and he stared at me for minutes. I've seen that type of gaze in Crystal Cove all too often. He's not a catch." "You've got the right hunch. Feagan is no pillar to lean on. If your old friend is by his side, she's bound to regret it." Hearing this, Jonathan hesitated: "Tonight, carry a mini-camera. Entice him to reveal his true colors. If you succeed, make a swift exit."
Katherine swiftly dismissed with a flick of her hand, her face etched with profound disagreement. "How can you suggest such a thing? If in the next two years you don't marry her and by some chance you decide to part ways with my dear Juliette, then what?" "If such were to occur, you would've squandered the best years of her youth! Absolutely not! It cannot be so." "Yet, for now, Juliette and I are not in a position to wed." Jonathan feigned discomfort, an aura of unease surrounding him. In a sudden whisper, Katherine interjected: "Even if marriage isn't immediate, there must be some assurance you can provide, mustn't there?" At this, both Andres and Wyatt, father and son, shifted their eager gazes toward Jonathan. Juliette inwardly smirked, thinking to herself, 'Mother is starting her games again.' It was clear the reason her parents were here tonight was solely for this imminent matter. They hadn't raised a daughter, but rather, it seemed, a mere commodity. "What assurance d
Once Tryphena was out of earshot, Juliette burst into giggles: "So Jonathan, that beauty is really your sister-in-law? Are you some kind of beast?" Of course, Juliette was jesting. Initially, she'd assumed the beauty Jonathan had turned down was just a stranger, and his mention of her being his brother's girlfriend was surely playful. But who was she kidding? Being a seasoned veteran in Crystal Cove' entertainment industry, Juliette had encountered countless personalities. Tryphena posed no threat. A few words were all it took to send her packing, all while maintaining her own clandestine identity. "Let's drop it. Since we've met, let's go somewhere." Jonathan said, steering the conversation away from Tryphena. "Agreed." Juliette cheerfully responded. As they strolled through the streets, their charisma was undeniable. The frequency with which heads turned to steal glances was remarkable. "How long are you staying in Elite Summit this time?" Juliette inquired with genuine interes
"It's rare to run into familiar faces in Elite Summit." Tryphena mused, her words a flurry of excitement: "Would you join me for dinner tonight? If you're busy, tomorrow is fine too. Let's exchange numbers and connect on social media first!" Although initially hesitant, Jonathan found himself swayed by the genuine warmth in her eyes: "Tonight it is." With contact details exchanged and plans set, the two bid each other a temporary farewell. That very evening, as the city's lights began to shimmer, Jonathan received an investigation update from Roger. Adela was seeing someone. Moonlight Corp, where she worked in Elite Summit, was primarily managed by her and Deputy CEO Vera. However, recently, a charismatic new CEO named Feagan William, reputedly a returnee from overseas studies and rumored to be the scion of some top executive from M & N, took the helm. Since Feagan's arrival, he seemed relentlessly smitten by Adela. He often accompanied her to business outings and ensured she ret
After a while, Jonathan broke the ice, initiating a topic of discussion. Moonlight, Adela's brainchild, was now the talk of the town. "Our autumn collection has been a great success, both in terms of sales and profits." Adela began: "But to claim the top spot might be premature. Despite the backing of renowned domestic and international fashion houses like Wind & Fire and M & N, we can't be overly confident in becoming the flagbearer of our nation's fashion industry." "We'll truly know our standing after assessing the sales for the next three seasons. Only then can we truly earn national recognition." Truth be told, Adela was not overly concerned about Moonlight's position or its future; her worries had nearly evaporated. But she shared this perspective nonetheless. Jonathan silently rejoiced, noting Adela's growth and maturity. She was no longer the fishmonger he once knew from the market; she had blossomed into a successful businesswoman. In a time not so distant, Adela would,
Tommy shook his head, his words hastening to fill the air between them: "My sister-in-law is doing well; she's thriving in her job. Not too long ago, she even moved to a new house." “But when I visited Curtis last, there was a man at her place.” Tommy, flustered and scrambling for words, replied: "Oh, he must've been just a business partner, discussing some contracts with my sister-in-law. Nothing more.” Jonathan's face darkened in thought. A man? From what he knew about Adela, she would never entertain business at her private residence. Could it be? Had Adela found someone? It was possible. After all, when he had left Elite Summit, she had suggested they take a year apart. This perhaps hinted that their time together might eventually come to an end. Though Jonathan's relationship with Adela had blurred past friendship, their bond, in essence, was only maintained by Curtis. They never really became lovers. So, it was perfectly normal for Adela to have a boyfriend. Yet, the very th
Mammon's lips curled into a gentle smile: "If gratitude is to be given, direct it to Jonathan. While Mr. Moore and I might be acquaintances, our bond isn't as profound. Had it not been for Jonathan's plea, the Moores wouldn’t have found me in their corner." "Yes, indeed!" "Now, Mr. Moore, we must expedite matters. The sooner we seal the agreement, the better." "Let us restart the project and alleviate our shared anxieties." Business attended to, Mammon shared a few parting words before departing in the company of Jonathan. Their venture could truly be described as a fruitful one. Barring unforeseen tribulations, the peril that threatened the Moore family was seemingly defused. Their reputation, however, was something they'd have to mend on their own. Considering their current scenario, evading a declaration of bankruptcy due to piled debts was almost a miracle in itself. To hope for more would be sheer fantasy. All agreements were set in stone. Soon, Mammon would dispatch his
"Come now! Don't be like that! We've been childhood playmates, remember? Regardless of circumstances, our bond persists." Wynstan responded, pouring two glasses of wine with an exaggerated flourish. "This is a vintage from my personal collection. A true delight for the palate. Try it." Given there were just the two of them, the spread wasn't overly grand. Yet, countless esteemed businessmen from Crystal Cove would give an arm and a leg to be part of this dinner. However, to Nora, the invitation felt more burdensome than honorary. A toast always called for full glasses. And business often demanded the libations flow freely. Seeing Nora's thoughtful gaze, Wynstan chuckled: "Finding my wine lacking, are we? I suppose, being the magnate you now are, this might not match your status." Truth be told, the wine wasn't cheap, retailing at over a thousand. Yet to Nora, it was mere triviality. The wine wasn't the issue. Even if Wynstan had offered a commonplace wine worth mere tens, its
Jonathan remained silent, not swayed by Dieter's hollow compliments. For Jonathan knew, of all places, Elite Summit was hardly a theater of illustrious figures. Were it Crystal Cove, perhaps he might've begrudgingly conceded the point. But Elite Summit? What did it offer? Still, empty flattery was better than none; it lent a certain sweetness to the air. "Jonathan, there's a favor I'd like to ask of you." Dieter finally disclosed his intentions. Jonathan wasn't surprised. The Moore family was in a state of disarray, teetering on the brink of bankruptcy. Why else would Dieter squander an evening over dinner with him if not to seek some favor? "Speak, sir." Jonathan invited, his voice tinged with resignation. Though he had stretched himself thin helping the Moores, he couldn't guarantee the extent of the impact he could make. "In recent days, I've tallied up the debts of the Moore Corporation. The sum exceeds 65 billion." Dieter elaborated: "We've acquired raw materials for project