Without the Tremblay family in Los Angeles to support them, no one would believe what Edward said is true.It takes a powerful can to be a real estate tycoon in the Southwest. “General Director Tremblay, I have a question...” Edward interrupts his interview: “Okay, this is the end of the interview. It’s time to join the party. Please come to the terrace hall of the hotel! Now, I can give you a message. Today, a real big man will be here to support our MIM real estate!” After all, he got up, took Orla’s hand, and left despite the reporters calling along. The real big guy? That person immediately became a curious character in the reporters’ minds. From beginning to end, Edward didn’t see San Francisco class figures like Roger as the center of the story, so what position does the big guy have to be mentioned in the end? Not long after. Under the glass dome, the banquet hall at the Intercontinental Hotel is full of brilliant lights. Edward and Orla chat happily with celebrities as
While the hall was panicking, Jonathan had no guilt at all. He still grinned with a smile. "The riverfront project of Tremblay's general manager probably needs at least 20 billion dollars, right? But if you can't get a loan from the bank, it's like moonlight in the water. Master Tremblay, are you satisfied with my gift?" People who know little about the news know that Los Angeles has been in trouble lately. Dante Tremblay, eldest son Tremblay family - one of the three prominent Los Angeles families "Brain speaks, but "below" does not listen" so he sneaks up on a married woman and is arrested at the bed The husband was so mad that he lost all his reason, despite Dante's identity, and threw him down from the top floor, making him a plant people. The other Dante is legal, no matter how powerful he is, then now he loses. Dante would be gone no matter how many years that husband was put in jail. This far-off Los Angeles story is just a San Francisco gossip. But no one expected
“Is he Phelim Alexander of Dragon Sky company...?” Adela asked, afraid. Adela has heard of the name “Alexander Film.” But it’s because she’s heard the fame of name, that’s why she’s scared! “That’s right!” Jonathan answered in two short words, enough to make Adela’s mood fall straight to the bottom of the cliff. She can’t believe the other side invited someone who could suppress the whole city of San Francisco like Phelim to attend. How did Jonathan cope? “Jonathan, if you’re awake now, sign the MIM share transfer agreement, transfer all assets in your name, then I can let you go!” It’s hard for him to force him to die! Edward knows now is the best time to do it! Baldwin has no objection to this. “You should know what Phelaeim is. Even if Roger helps you, you can’t poke him! Jonathan, you’d better listen to Edward or you will regret it!” Orla also threatened.Unfortunately, Jonathan sees their words as the wind in his ears, just looking away at Baldwin. “I knew Phe
Jonathan said, “I’ve been in San Francisco for a while, and you haven’t come to see me. That’s enough to make me understand your attitude. Phelaeim, now you want to interfere in my affairs?” “This is...”Phelim not said. Seeing Phelim so quiet, Edward became nervous and was wondering. What happened to Jonathan after six years in prison? How could Phelim be so reserved? But Jonathan didn’t said, so no one knew. Only Phelim knows! “He’s my nephew. Baldwin, I respect the Tremblay family, so I don’t interfere anymore!” After a long silence, Phelim gave Baldwin an answer. No more interference means he’ll let Jonathan and Baldwin of us deal with each other. The whole hall fell once more in shock. No one could believe the situation was so reversed. They thought Phelim would show up to solve this problem. No matter how good Jonathan is, he can’t touch Phelim. But this Jonathan is Phelim’s nephew! Phelim backed away. At this point, Jonathan smiled at Edward and Orla: “F
Five o’clock in the afternoon. The three of them arrived in front of Adela’s rental place. This is an old block. Everything around it is old and dark. After entering Adela’s house, Curtis couldn’t believe her eyes. There’s nothing else in this rented house except for the old furniture.“Adela, this is...”Mrs. Sienna wore an apron, looked at Jonathan and Curtis, and asked her. “Mom, this is my friend, Ethan Wang. And this is Curtis Wang, his daughter!” Adela said the words she had prepared. “Hi, grandma!” said Curtis sweetly. “Good girl! Sit down, wait a minute, and I’ll cook you delicious food! Sit down, Mr. Wang too!” Mrs. Sienna doesn’t think much, and if Adela’s friends have stopped by, she should also welcome they heartily. “Aunty, here’s a little gift I bought you!” said Jonathan give gifts as he walked over. “There’s no need...” Seeing more ten expensive gift bags, Sienna hurriedly refused. After hearing Adela’s persuasion for a while, Sienna accepted t
“Who is he?” Dalziel asked with a probe look. Leighton also did not know how of the going but replied: “Just as a friend of Adela’s, as long as Mr. Dalziel likes Adela, don’t worry about him! But Mr. Dalziel, don’t forget that you’ve agreed with me what!” Dalziel immediately agreed: “You didn’t cheat on me this time. Your niece is really not bad, and pretty knows how to dress. Rest assured, as long as this relationship is established, the inventory in your brewery, I will not only help clean it, but I will make sure you get a profit!” “Well, thank Mr. Dalziel very much!” The food was served, and everyone sat around the table. On the table was a bottle of Moutai brought by Leighton. “Ethan Wang, can you drink?” Leighton had just opened his mouth and called full name of Jonathan is “Ethan Wang,” but he was hopeful that Jonathan would say that he could not drink. He brought this Moutai to gift Dalziel, taking much effort. So he’d be heartbroken if he let strangers drink.
At first, Mrs. Sienna didn’t like Dalziel either, but now she changed her said:“Adela, I think Mr. Daziel is okay. Although a little older, there’s a good thing about it, so he’ll love you more.” This statement proved Mrs. Sienna’s attitude.If Adela had never been raped, even if Dalziel were rich, Sienna wouldn’t have agreed. But Adela’s story is true. Hope when Dalziel pick her, he can be generous. “Mr. Wang, I’m sorry. I don’t think you and Adela are a good match, so please get out!” Talking to Jonathan, Mrs. Sienna doesn’t seem very nice anymore. A man who can change his mind about money can’t believe he can bring Adela happiness. Leighton and his wife looked at each other and then saw the satisfaction in the other’s eyes. We did it! As long as his sister Sienna nodded, Adela only can agree. In that case, his little liquor store is saved, and his daughter Jena won’t be lust at by Dalziel. Both ways so good! “Didn’t you understand the language? Why are you sit
After dinner, Adela took Curtis out to watch television. Mrs. Sienna called Jonathan back, assuming Adela and he were dating. Because Adela has never taken a man home in years…“Ethan, are you serious with Adela?” Jonathan looked at Adela holding Curtis, his eyes filled with sweetness: “Don’t worry. I can use my life to make sure she never has misery!” Adela feels like it’s a play, but Jonathan is serious. Believe it or not, Mrs. Sienna felt relieved to hear him say that. But thinking for a while, she decided frankly to Jonathan: “So did you know Adela had a harrowing past?”Mrs. Sienna wants to talk about rape. She thought it through, not because of the momentary emotion. If Ethan can’t accept this, he should leave. If that’s acceptable, it’s better to know a little sooner. Jonathan silence. This is what he did. “Looks like you already know, moreover, there is still a problem in your heart,” Sienna said nervously. That’s not the truth. Of course Jonathan was thinking a
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