Jonathan said: “Reschedule your meeting. Tonight, come with me to see Charles's grandfather." Gladys gripped her handbag tighter, her eyes widening: “You mean the elder Mr. Wise?" In New York's establishment, the older one gets, the more valuable they become. Many older adults worried they couldn't reach high positions when they were in power, but those who had been in the establishment for decades had extensive networks and were significant players. Especially someone as renowned as the elder Mr. Wise. Moreover, Aubrey had started this whole mess. If she could meet the elder, Mr. Wise, she could explain everything clearly. He could quickly restore her innocence if he didn't favor his grandson. Gladys hadn't expected Jonathan to arrange a meeting with such an influential figure for her sake! "Okay, I'll call my manager." Without hesitation, Gladys immediately pulled out her phone and called her manager. Even if they managed to meet with Star's senior manager, it wasn't sure h
After Aubrey ushered them out, he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and declared: “Jonathan, I won't forget your face!" The implications of such a statement were far from pleasant. Yet, Jonathan, an open-minded man, retained his composed demeanor and responded with a smile: “To be remembered by Master Aubrey is my fortune. But I hope you won't forget to absolve Gladys either." "Humph, even if I wanted to, I couldn't forget!" Charles grumbled coldly. Despite his resentment towards Jonathan, the task was assigned by his grandfather, and he had no choice but to comply. "Good then." Jonathan smiled and began to stride forward, casually saying: “Master Wise, you may return. There's no need to see me off." Jonathan harbored no expectations of Aubrey's kindness when he brought the matter to Grandfather Baldwin. He even anticipated offending Charles. But achieving one's goal without offending anyone was practically impossible. There was only sometimes a solution that pleased all parties
At this point, Kieran, with his beer belly, had finished his bath, wrapped a white towel around his waist, lying on the bed with his legs crossed and a cigar in his mouth. He was picturing Gladys's beautiful face and hot body, and he couldn't help but feel excited. "This woman is truly captivating!" Kieran chuckled wickedly to himself. As for the possibility of Gladys not coming, he hadn't considered it at all. The fame of Gladys had already faded. If he added another devastating blow, her peaceful exit from the entertainment industry would be a tough challenge. Unless Gladys wanted to destroy herself, she would undoubtedly have to serve him tonight! Thinking about this, Kieran couldn't help but feel triumphant. Although not bring glory and riches, his position in Star company allowed him to "taste" many female stars. Countless public goddesses had become his playthings. Every time he thought about it, he felt an immense excitement. Knock, knock! A knock on the door sounded
"By the way, you're not that young anymore. How come you don't have a girlfriend?" Daisy asked suddenly, sitting cross-legged on the sofa. A girlfriend? Jonathan frowned, thinking of Adela, even Orla William. He smiled bitterly: “I have a girlfriend, and not just that, I was once married and had a daughter. However, she and I have a pact that lasts a year." "The current girlfriend? I couldn't tell you're quite the ladies' man." Daisy casually responded she didn't expect Jonathan's love life to be so rich, but it wasn't surprising either. Given his circumstances, the last thing he lacked was women, and a long love life was hardly a surprise. Yet what she hadn't expected was that Jonathan even had a daughter. "Well, matters of the heart are hard to predict. She and I...at first, we were like oil and water. But after spending time together and understanding each other, we gradually grew fond of each other. However, as her status grew, I fear everything might change." "Honestly, I
According to the contract, even if Sacred Tour Entertainment decides to freeze Gladys, they still have to pay the total contract fee. Moreover, Star Entertainment has already made its stance clear. If Sacred Tour Entertainment wishes to retain Gladys, they will likely offend Star Entertainment. Sacred Tour Entertainment can't afford to offend them, even if it's just a single Kieran. Out of options, Star is too powerful, and Sacred Tour Entertainment might not even be fit to be their bootlickers. Therefore, resolving the issue with Gladys is the best course of action! However, terminating the contract involves the matter of breach of contract compensation. Sacred Tour doesn't want to pay! So, they could only resort to 'attacking' Gladys to make her agree to leave without taking a penny. Everything was going smoothly. Gladys was about to agree. But at this moment, someone suddenly popped up, intending to ruin everything. Director Silas and the board members were utterly frustrat
"Which of the three largest entertainment companies in New York is Mr. Alexander affiliated with?" Jonathan posed straightforwardly, given that the conversation was already open. "Are you looking for a company for her? Let me see…" Augustus pondered out loud: “The owner of Star Entertainment is Erasmus, who is friendly with the Wang family. He and I share no connections. The owner of Myth Entertainment is Osmund Connor, who's the head of a large conglomerate and has little influence. Even if you reach out to him, it will be futile for Gladys!" "Lastly, there's Galaxy Media, whose owner, Sherwin, has an excellent relationship with Bernie. But Jonathan, it would be easy for Galaxy Media to take Gladys in. However, if Gladys's news isn't cleared, even if Sherwin respects Bernie, she won't have resources for further development." "This is an era where news can explode easily. Once the public labels Gladys as a woman of ill repute, no matter how much backing she receives from the big bos
"If Jonathan doesn't return, I'll treat Derek Wang as my grandson for the rest of my life. But whether he can smoothly inherit the Wang family's fortune and become the future patriarch depends on his fate. You should know that even with your support, it would still be tough.” Brian said. Finally, Leonard understood. He looked at Brian with a teasing gaze, a cold smile curling his lips. "You want to protect Jonathan, don't you!" He had figured out everything. The most formidable entities in the Wang family were not the patriarch, Brian, but, indeed, Andrew and his son, Michael. Years ago, when the previous patriarch of the Wang family - Brian's father - was on his deathbed, he declared his intent to bypass Brian and install Nathan as the family head. This proclamation ignited a whirlwind of scandal and controversy. Nathan's fighter jet experienced malfunctions while en route to New York. His wife perished in the ensuing explosion, but Nathan survived. Nevertheless, on his journey
"Please wait for a moment. I will call the chairman’s assistant.” she quickly retreated to her desk to dial the chairman’s office. These visitors seemed less than amicable. She was at a loss. The best course of action was to pass this matter higher up, removing herself from further involvement. A few minutes later, a thirtyish woman dressed in a bright vest suit rushed out. "Hello, sir. I am Faith Byner, the chairman’s assistant. May I have your name?" "What does it have to do with you? Where is Erasmus? He was supposed to have caught the last flight back last night. How is it that he is nowhere to be seen? Is he still in outer space or something?" Brian retorted, clearly frustrated. He was beginning to get annoyed. Erasmus should have been here by now if everything was according to schedule. And yet, there was no sign of him. While the issue wasn't catastrophic, ignoring Brian's instruction was a grave matter. He wasn’t so old that he couldn’t make himself heard. How dare the
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