Half an hour later, Jonathan stepped out of the room. Basil and Adela, anxiously waiting, approached him. Adela asked: "How is she?” “She’s stable, you can go in now.” Jonathan replied, then sat down on an old sofa and lit a cigarette. Adela went to check on Mrs. Jones' condition, while Basil timidly approached Jonathan, his voice shaky: "Mr. Wang..." "Used all your tricks and now you’re scared of me?" Jonathan glanced up and sneered. Basil dared not say anything. "I told your mother, whether you agree to my request or not, I would still save her. So, your use of Adela to force my hand in treating her was unnecessary and only made me think less of you." Basil clenched his fists, whispering: "Mr. Wang, I didn’t want to do this, but I don’t want to go to jail!" Suddenly, Jonathan asked an offbeat question: "Which horse has a high chance of winning tonight?” “Number fifteen!” Basil blurted out, instantly regretting his words. “Placed a big bet, huh?” Jonathan wasn’t surprised.
In a private room of a restaurant in a bustling area of Elite Summit's city center. Unbeknownst to many, Edward, who struggled in Elite Summit, was a descendant of one of the three wealthiest families in Crystal Cove. And not just any descendant, but from the main line! Even Orla hadn't expected it. "I hear brother had an incident, did?" Edward asked with concern. "Aren't you just waiting for that to happen? With only three legitimate sons in the Tremblay family, with my brother in trouble, now it's just you and your brother vying for the heir position." Asher said. Edward was inwardly pleased, realizing something had indeed happened. He had heard that Dante Tremblay, his brother, was caught in bed with another man's wife. In a fit of rage, Dante was pushed from the fifth floor. Though he didn't die, Dante was left in a vegetative state. Edward was thrilled as if he saw a new path opening up for him. However, he still couldn't believe it. Dante was the recognized heir of the
Meanwhile, Jonathan approached Orla, indifferently saying: "If you need to see me, you could have called first. Why come all the way to the company?” “Are you afraid the company will find out about your jail time and force you to resign?” Orla laughed, watching Adela drive away, her gaze hard to decipher: “It seems we are not divorced yet, and you’re already happily moving on with your new romance. Isn’t it a bit too soon?” Jonathan did not reply, nor did he care about Orla's words. Finally, Jonathan got into Orla's car and they went to a nearby cafe: "A mocha latte, less sugar!" "A glass of water." Orla glanced at Jonathan, taking out the divorce papers from her red bag. "Jonathan, I've thought it over these past few days. Fine, we can divorce, but I can't hand over MIM Architecture to you. Here's a check for five million, consider it compensation." "You should be satisfied." When Orla said: 'You should be satisfied' her eyes were full of contempt. Jonathan burst into loud la
After paying, Adela turned back, unaware of Asher's trickery. She smiled: "Mr. Tremblay, I'm still on my work hours, so I must be going." Asher nodded understandingly, raising his tea cup: "Mrs. Kyle, go ahead with your work. Let's toast with tea instead of wine. I hope next time we meet, we can drink together!" It seemed a harmless request. Adela didn't think much of it, raised her tea cup to clink with Asher’s, and then said: "Mr. Tremblay, I'll be leaving now." "Just a second!" Asher stared intently at Adela, his gaze unflinching. "Mr. Tremblay, what did you say?" she asked, puzzled. Asher remained motionless: "Two seconds!" "....." "Five seconds!" Swoosh! Suddenly, Adela felt dizzy, pressing her hand against her temple: "What's happening, why am I..." Her body swayed, threatening to fall: "You… you drugged my cup!" In that moment, Adela finally realized what was happening. She looked at Asher in horror, but her head was spinning, seeing multiple illusions of him. The dr
Leaving the villa, Jonathan drove to the headquarters of Real Estate Company Rise & Shine, then took the elevator straight to the top floor. "Master, the Tremblay family business..." Roger went out to pick him up. "Now, I don't want to hear anything about the Tremblay family. Where is nurse?" Jonathan's hardened ask. Roger had no choice but to rush him inside.Perhaps because the reputation of the real estate company Rise & Shine is so strong, this female nurse named Amira is highly anxious. "It's been so long, and I don't remember it very well." Jonathan's cold face, deep eyes. "Say what you remember. Don't worry, and I called you to ask about that year. If you give me the necessary clues, I'll give you a million dollars worth of money! That girl is critical to me!" And the words behind it are the voices from the bottom of his heart. Mary is his daughter, so of course, she is critical. “I’ll try. I’ll try to remember!” As expected, Amira’s eyes immediately brightene
Jonathan is sitting in the office of the General Manager M&N fashion company, talking to Roger on the phone. "Master, Baldwin is so arrogant! He looks like he's going to tell us to bring Asher back, and he wanted we said sorry! He doesn't even consider where this is, here, not his Los Angeles area!" Jonathan heard that and immediately burst into laughter: "If not arrogant, how can he is the brilliant character of the Tremblay family? And, have you knowing out who Edward is?" "Seven to eight years ago, he made the Tremblay family losses hundreds of millions of dollars, plus the fact that the Tremblay family chose an heir is Dante Tremblay, so Edward was kicked out of the family." Jonathan smiled blandly and said, "Baldwin, Dante, the Tremblay family is interesting, but I didn't expect Orla to stick to such a big tree. But I don't know, Edward is different now. Can Orla still stick to it?" *** In Thomas' house. "Boss, Mr. Tremblay is here!" The servant led Edward Trembla
"Is there a problem with the drug's effect?" "No problem!" Edward said impatiently, fearing Michela would say something he shouldn't: "Professor William has told me they've already tested on human bodies, achieving perfect results. This type of KE97 serum will be released early next year."Michelle's lips twitched, eventually not saying a word. Devlin also somewhat believed, but asked: "This serum can guarantee my daughter won't relapse within ten years, so what do we do ten years from now?" Devlin would be careless about Neala's health ten years from now. "Ten years later, ten years later, the medical community must have developed and found a cure for leukemia! Mr. Devlin is a real worry too much" Edward teased. Devlin nodded, and after ask for opinion of Kane Thomas, he immediately said: "So bother Professor William, when will the serum be brought here?" "Now!" The speaker was still Edward, but he insisted: "There will be serum now. But Mr. Devlin, you also know that s
Going down to the first floor, Edward immediately ran to ask: "What, can't Jonathan Wang cure Mrs. Neala's illness? I told you, he can't..."Bang! Devlin really can't hear anymore. He kicks Edward hard and falls over. "Mr. Devlin, why did you do that?" Edward panicked. "Why would I do that? If it weren't for Mr. Wang, would you believe I would have drowned you in the river by now?" Devlin said indignantly. The landlord is Kane Thomas said nothing. He implicitly authorized Devlin's actions. Kane Thomas didn't even look up to Roger that day because had to have Curtis' marrow transplant for Neala. That alone is enough to prove how much he loves his granddaughter. Just because he don't says, doesn't mean he's not angry. Edward seemed to understand something, and he looked at Michelle with an incredible look: "Jonathan cured Neala?" "Why? My daughter isn't dead. Are you depressed?" Devlin found Edward's insincere face, angry like his daughter had to die. "No, Mr. Devl
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