The night glowed romantically. But there's also a lot of crime and depravity. On an empty street, there is a tea house with people playing mahjong outside. The second floor of the restaurant looks pretty mysterious. Regular customers are not allowed to go up. The tea house has a perfect name, Scent Agar Wood, but it's a casino. The first floor is a tea house, but the second floor is a real casino. Rumor has it that one night here, most bets up to more than eight million USD, so Scent Agar Wood is very popular with gamblers. Although San Francisco is not lacking in places like this, but Scent Agar Wood's style of operation is quite rare. In the eyes of ordinary people, casinos will be noisy and smoky. But they're small casinos or so-called low-money betting places. The place where big bets are very regular. Although players shake their hands and sweat when they are betting, their faces are always sober. "Marcus, I think you're out of luck. I've got J Q K again, and you have t
The next day, at the company. In the early morning, Jonathan saw Selena sitting at her desk, she still seemed to be nostalgic for this job as assistant of general manager. Understandably, the kind of self-help girl like Selena will know that once she loses this job, she won't find another suitable job then. Jonathan didn't do the math with her and didn't want to care about other people's lives. Besides, Selena made a mistake with Goldwin, but if she didn't like him, he couldn't blame her. "General manager Wang, I'm back at work." Jonathan had just walked into the studio for a while when Selena came in, then bowed her head and did not dare to look directly at him. The point is that Selena's embarrassing old story is wholly exposed to Jonathan. Goldwin's choice to leave empty-handed proofs that she is the shameful one. If Selena wants to save some face, she should resign. But as Jonathan guessed, she still regrets the work that could get her way here in San Francisco.As long a
Devlin immediately became impatient after hearing Neala say that Jonathan would not cure her. If Jonathan doesn't agree to treat Neala, once her condition worsens and she needs chemotherapy, it's more painful than death! "What's going on?" asked Kane Thomas in a low voice. Neala was helpless, so she told them Jonathan's request. After hearing that, Kane was so angry that he couldn't breathe: "Neala, why are you so stupid! Mr. Wang told you to take care of his daughter. Let's not talk about curing you, it's very beneficial for you and Thomas' future! It's only ten years! It's nothing!" According to Kane, the effort spent in these ten years is equal to the lifetime efforts of others. More simply, Neala missed a perfect opportunity. "Grandfather, if I agree with Mr. Wang's request, what about Harvey and me? What about the four-year college romance between Harvey and me?" Neala hurriedly refuted. Devlin said: "Neala, I told you, Harvey's not a good man. Why don't you listen!
Jonathan and Vera met at the tea house last time and arrived less than half an hour. After ordering two cups of tea, Jonathan asked straight to the point: "What happened?"Vera also frankly recounted the whole thing: "The Kyle family came to meet to Dante James, showed their willingness to cooperate with Wind & Fire International by reducing the number of shares held by us, Wind & Fire International because the Kyle family agreed to reduce the shares, the benefit of re-acquisition after creating a new brand would be more and favorable time than M&N! Also, although Kyle's house is not as strong as M&N fashion, this has an advantage, easier to swallow than M&N! Of course, this is not enough to reassure the board. The reason the board agreed to cooperate with Kyle House is that Kyle's family said that Ms. Adela was still in charge of the brand. Mr. Wang, you know, the new brand plan was made by Ms. Adela. And her in control of the whole process with Wind & Fire International is reassur
"Adela, Mr. Dalziel is a brilliant man, a little older but not defective. You see how good Grandma is to you!" "Yeah, that's what makes people admire!" "Grandmother even put you in charge of the partnership with Wind & Fire International. Do you see how much she takes you seriously?" "Adela, why don't you thank Grandma!" The voices constantly rang, but Adela only saw her head squeaking. She couldn't hear a thing. All she felt was that the sounds were evil! If Dalziel’s that good, then among Kyle’s daughters will marry Daziel, it’s not her turn! What about cooperation with International Wind & Fire? Aren’t they collaborating with M&N fashion? At this moment, Dalziel is smiling satisfactorily. “Mom, Adela already has a lover. Adela’s marriage, maybe it’s not necessary!” Sienna knew Adela didn’t want to marry Dalziel hurriedly. The old woman’s face darkened: “As long as this old woman lives, it’s still up to me to decide who Kyle’s daughter will marry! This is not something you c
"I'd rather marry my daughter to Dalziel than to give her to marry you!"Dalziel felt a little heartbroken, but Adela's mother was now pointing a stick at Jonathan, so he had to let her speak. Jonathan is the man who raped Adela! Mrs. Sienna was so angry that her gentle nature had become hot. She stared at Jonathan like she wanted to peel a piece of skin off his back. Don't dream she'll allow them to be together. "It turns out to be the man who raped Adela in the old days. You're good. You've been so brave to contact her. Now I'm going to break this motherfucker's leg!" Leighton growled though he said he would break Jonathan's leg, but only to scare. Seeing that, the Kyles are all waiting to see a good play. "I told you to get out of here. Did you hear that? I won't allow you to talk to my daughter!" Mrs. Sienna pulled Adela out the back of her and then violently told Jonathan. "Get the hell out of here, you little convict. Don't mess up our Kyle's house." Kyle's family's makin
Around eleven o'clock in the morning, the telephone in the office rang. Jonathan, pick up the phone. "It's me, Louis Charlie!" "Hello, Mr. Charlie!" Mr. Charlie said on the phone: "Jonathan, our head office still expects you to stay with the branch office and continue to serve as general manager. As long as you perform well for at least three years, I will send you to the head office and foster you as my successor! So I hope you can think carefully about staying!" Jonathan burst into laughter, nor did he explain: "Sorry, Mr. Charlie, I've made up my mind!" Mr. Charlie sighed: "Haizz, that's all I can do. Well, the headquarters accepts your request. As long as you can help the headquarters win the opportunity to work with the international company Wind & Fire, you'll be given the right to decide on the next director of the San Francisco branch. If that person can't afford to run the San Francisco branch, that person will be changed!" "It's of course!" Jonathan agreed very comfort
After come in kindergarten, it was extremely noisy inside. The parents took their children with them to play in the spacious training ground, and the parents all laughed happily as if they had returned to their childhood. "Daddy, Aunt Adela!" Curtis saw they, she's running up excitedly, extended their arms and rushed into Adela's embrace. Adela staggered for a moment before standing on her feet, and she said with a smile: "Curtis is so heavy!" "It's getting better now. When I just got Curtis back, she was thirty kg. Now she's less than thirty kilograms. Not so far, maybe back to the normal weight of a girl at this age," Jonathan explained. "Dad, you didn't cheat Curtis, and you said Aunt Adela would come!" Curtis said in a very excited tone. Adela glanced at Jonathan with a blank stare, and she remembered that she had to call him on the phone. Jonathan was a little embarrassed, but he is wry smile: "I was going to call. I didn't expect you to call first!" "Ha ha..." "Curtis,
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