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
Jonathan wandered the streets until three in the afternoon before returning to the company. As per his schedule, he first picked up Adela from work, then went to the nursery to pick up Carla. “Dad! Dad!!” Standing near the school gate, Carla saw Jonathan outside and waved. Seeing the bright smile on Carla’s face, Jonathan felt the joy of having a daughter, though her smile still held a hint of sadness. His time was running short. Becoming the master of Top-Sky House, he had wealth and power many could only dream of. But this also meant he had to shoulder the responsibilities of Top-Sky House and face its enemies. Those enemies were so formidable they were almost insurmountable. The most feared was a man known as Lord God, the strongest enemy of Top-Sky House. Jonathan, sooner or later, would have to confront this man, the world’s most powerful titleholder. Elite Summit City, Jonathan couldn’t stay too long. When Carla came out of school, Jonathan put all his complex thoughts a
The Fairies Mountain in the night was filled with an eerie vibe, as if thousands of spirits were dancing chaotically. The car lights snaked through the mountain passes, with wild screams and the shrill sounds of racing cars blending together. "I am honored to introduce Mr. Tremblay. Everyone must know the Tremblays, one of the three major families of Crystal Cove, right? Mr. Tremblay is from the Tremblay family!" At the mountain's peak, Asher's subordinate was introducing him to the young masters of Elite Summit city. Upon learning that Asher was a descendant of the Tremblay family, one of the three major families in Crystal Cove, the young masters became overly cordial, fawning over Asher. Among them, a few pretty young women flirted with inviting glances, but Asher stood still, indifferent, as if he didn’t even notice them. Being a scion of a prestigious family controlling the economic veins of Crystal Cove, his gaze naturally became lofty. Women like these were beneath his not
Adela maneuvered the 488 around a curve, asking curiously: "How do you know so much? I mean about Fairies Mountain's course." Jonathan explained as if to a novice: "Shouldn't I gather information before racing? Like when we have a five million dollar order at our company, wouldn't you research the client before meeting them?" Alright then, Adela had nothing more to say. Adela, coerced by Jonathan to join the race, didn't ponder too much. She just familiarized herself with the car in a short period and then drove the 488 up the mountain for the race. "Fine, I'll do as you say! Jonathan, even if I lose, I won't get into his car!" This wasn't about playing tricks; Adela knew Asher's intentions well and couldn't consider getting into his car. The term 'lightning fast' perfectly described her current state. A hundred yards was nearly the limit speed for driving in a place riddled with curves like Fairies Mountain. Of course, a professional could manage an extra forty or fifty yards,
The next morning, instead of taking Adela to work, Jonathan went to meet Basil at the arranged location. They were meeting at a tea house. When Jonathan arrived, Basil was already waiting inside. Today, Basil wore a gray jacket, his face full of anxiety, with a pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him. He looked haggard, panicky, and uneasy. Seeing Jonathan, Basil hastily snuffed out his cigarette and stood up, saying with confusion: "Sir, Mr. Wang." When they met again, Basil no longer called him 'that Wang guy.' Jonathan understood what had happened, sure that Mrs. Jones's illness had relapsed. He was somewhat shaken by this; Basil, despite being despicable, did care for his mother's health, showing some humanity. Of course, Jonathan had no sympathy. Pitiful people also have their despicable aspects; there are many like Basil, and Jonathan couldn't sympathize with them all. Jonathan sat down opposite Basil, speaking coldly: "What is it, why did you want to see