Jonathan raised his eyebrows look Diego: "I remember you. Last time Edward had a party, I said I would destroy your family. But you don't matter, so I didn't care. But I didn't expect to see you again, Mr. Diego Rhys!" Diego: "...." "Mr. Diego, your uncle, is also my uncle. Let me break this guy's leg!" At this moment, a junior who didn't know the story immediately screamed. Pop! Diego slapped the guy: "Who told you to talk?!" Oscar doesn't understand anything: "Diego, what... what's going on?" Diego seems very afraid of Jonathan. "Mr. Wang… my uncle has blind eyes, so he doesn't know who you are. Please forgive me, please forgive me!" Diego's face was hardly considered a fly. If he had found out who did hit to Oscar, he wouldn't have come even if Oscar beaten him to death. While at the party of MIM company, this man said he would destroy his house's E-Rhys asset management company, which kept Diego restless for days. He thinks Jonathan's forgotten. It's all right.
The dirty past was punctured, and Selena's face turned white as paper. But no matter how much she doesn't want to remember, it's already happened. Selena looked at Goldwin: "There's only this five hundred thousand USD, you take it, you take it, I don't have any money!" "Five hundred thousand dollars wanted to kick me out, don't you think that's too easy?""So, how much do you want?" "An extra five hundred thousand dollars for full a million dollars. That's enough money for a bright future of you, and you won't lose!" "A million dollars. Where did I dig? Goldwin, do you think I'm a bank? You said it was five hundred thousand dollars last night!" Selena screamed. She has just joined the fashion company M&N for less than two years. Five hundred thousand dollars is already the limit. Where can she get another five hundred thousand dollars? Goldwin doesn't care about these things: "I changed my mind!" "No, I only have five hundred thousand USD, you take it. Even more, a penny
"That's right. It's my dad is doing!" Orla suddenly admitted loudly. "Orla, are you crazy?!" Marcus looked at Orla in a hurry. Why would she suddenly admit it? Kidnapping children is a severe crime! Orla stared at Jonathan, pretending she didn't listen. She said: "I told my dad to do it, so think about it. I tell you, I'm going to take over your property, you can call the police, but you won't find out where your daughter is!" Marcus was startled, but then he calmed down. He understood Orla's intentions. Jonathan said coldly: "Where is my daughter?" Orla said: "I gave it to a family in the mountains to raise." "I ask you, where is my daughter now?!" Suddenly Jonathan's got green tendons all over his forehead, and he's screaming wildly. Everyone was so frightened that they were stunned. Because they've never seen Jonathan so ferocious, it's like he's waiting for an explosion. Orla was also frightened by Jonathan's frightening gaze, but she could only resist: "Jonathan,
Three o’clock in the afternoon. Jonathan had no idea there was a problem with the contract. He and Adela leave the company to pick up Curtis. On the way, Adela glanced at the news on her phone, her eyes glaring: “Jonathan, what’s going on? Not only four big banks are all in favor of the MIM real estate company’s riverfront construction plan. Even companies that have connections with you, like Real Estate Rise & Shine are in favor of MIM! Like this, Edward wants to put MIM real estate on the stock exchange, maybe just for a month!” Adela doesn't understand real estate, but she's not stupid. Edward had the advantage. As long as he could strengthen his strength and capital, he could quickly put MIM on the stock exchange. But what Adela doesn't understand is Jonathan has caused four central banks to refuse to cooperate with Edward. And now all four major banks and real estate firm Rise & Shine are supporting Edward. Is it true that the Tremblay family is using force to crus
At noon the next day. Jonathan accompanied Adela to Cloudy’s restaurant, where people from the same industry met with Wind & Fire International. This time, they are not in high demand. Everyone can say their company name and position and go in. When the two entered the restaurant’s banquet hall, there were quite a few people inside who were talking to each other. There are about twenty large and small fashion companies in San Francisco, all hoping to become partners of Wind & Fire International. They are taking this opportunity to get their companies to a higher level. The competition is fierce. “Adela!” Suddenly, a person came over and greeted they warmly. “Mr. Wang is here, too!” said the man who saw Jonathan then unhappy. Seeing that person coming, Adela’s face was not happy: “Why is Mr. Daziel here? It seems your company doesn’t work in the fashion industry?” The man who came forward was Dalziel Miller. “Dalziel Miller is my friend. I brought him here. Sisters, what a coin
When the city lights up. San Francisco at night is unusually bright. In a fancy Western restaurant, Jonathan meets a woman, Vera Smith! Having met Jonathan, Vera was quite cautious, unlike a strong woman who was confident during the day. It's also hard to blame. She already knows who the young man in front of her eyes is, and she also knows what position he has in the Southwest. If it weren't for the nod of Jonathan, the international company Wind & Fire even if it were a large-scale garment company, also wouldn't dare go to San Francisco to explore. "Mr. Wang, you are younger than I thought!" after pouring half a glass of Lafitte to Jonathan, Smith opened the conversation. "Drink first!" Jonathan raised his glass lightly, touched the cup of Vera Smith first, and then replied: "In fact, Ms. Smith and I have a lot of similarities, both without support, all thanks to our efforts! I admire Ms. Smith!" Vera did not dare to say: "It must be I admire Mr. Wang. Compared to Mr
The next day. Raphael sits on a chair wooden stick, flicks his finger on his forehead. The cooperation that Wind & Fire International wants, using their technology and the other party's product line, product profits can be split in half. Still, the problem is that in terms of brand effects, the labels on the product are all just own Wind & Fire international. The superiors will never agree to this condition!Frankly speaking, M&N fashion if without cooperation with the international Wind & Fire, can still make money as usual! The purpose of cooperation with the international Wind & Fire is to grow bigger, not a little profit ahead. A big company with real ambitions will always put prospects ahead of profit! Edgar was displeased again and clenched his teeth: "Cooperating with the international Wind & Fire is my chance to stop Jonathan. I'm not willing to give up like that!" Raphael said irritably: "What should we do? Do you feel that the corporation will accept this unequ
After ten seconds of silence, Vera's applause broke out. Clap! Clap! Clap!"Specifically, we'll talk about it later. Now, General Manager Wang, Ms. Kyle, hope the contract goes well." Thus, the contract signing took place quickly. After seeing Jonathan and Adela off to the car, Vera returned to her seat to drink tea.At first, Vera was worried that Jonathan's beauty girl would devise a silly plan, making her confused about what to do. This time, her team went to San Francisco to internationalize Wind & Fire can explore the market in the Southwest. Still, she also carried on the international development mission of Wind & Fire for the next ten years, not daring to make any mistakes. If Adela's plan is messy and impossible, then going against Jonathan's will or agreeing to a contract is a tough choice. After all, Jonathan Wang is the one whom Wind & Fire International dares not to expensive. But fortunately, Jonathan wasn't joking. Adela's plan is more perfect and feasible t
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