The staff of international company Wind & Fire staff dispersed, and Vera went with Jonathan to sit down at the building's outdoor tea shop."Mr. Wang, why don't you build a fashion company or buy M&N fashion company directly and gift to Miss Adela? I think Mr. Wang can easily do this!" Vera needed help understanding Jonathan's way of doing things.With the power of the master of Top-Sky House, he does not need to waste so much time at the fashion company M&N.Jonathan smiled wryly, took a sip of buckwheat tea, and ask: "I gave Adela ten percent of the shares of the Wind & Fire international company that she didn't even take. Do you think I bought her one company, then she will accept?""It's true!" Vera suddenly remembered that extraordinary girl named Adela.The wealth that other women desire so much, she firmly refuses. Perhaps it is because she is so unique that she is lucky to have Jonathan's love."But that's okay. If you can successfully build a new brand, it will become an attr
The president's office is located in the west, and the afternoon is the time when the rays of the sunset shine into the office. Jonathan lazily leaned back in his chair and listened to Roger's report on the situation. "Master, I've sent someone to investigate, but I still haven't found an old man that matches the characteristics described in this Southwest area!" Jonathan involuntarily frowned. This was the first time he had encountered such a difficult opponent! Not only was played, but it's been a while, and he needed to find out who it is. "What else do you have?" Jonathan suddenly looked at Roger.. Roger immediately said: "I know news in Los Angeles." "What?" There's no close relationship between Los Angeles and the Southwest, but if Roger mentioned Los Angeles, there's something to do with him. "There is news from the Los Angeles side that Cuthbert Tremblay of the Tremblay family has left Los Angeles, not knowing where to go!" Jonathan's eyes narrowed into a straight line
Adela didn't know why she said that maybe because she suddenly felt that life was unpredictable. No one knew if she would suddenly stop breathing tomorrow. She wants to say these things. Jonathan was too surprised by her words: "Adela, I..." "You're so talented, and you probably wouldn't like a pathetic girl like me. All you do is just compensation, right?" Adela suddenly mocked herself, then took another deep breath and continued: "Jonathan, my mom told me. She said she wants you to marry me, but you... disagree!" This sentence made Adela lose all her strength. Jonathan's expression could have been more transparent and more apparent. He wants to tell Adela he likes her. But as Adela said, he's a guy who likes to keep his feelings to himself. He wants Adela to know about something other than the one-person and one-dead war between him and Augustus Alexander the following year. "That right!" Jonathan's throat moved slightly, and he only uttered such a sentence in the end. ***
Harvey looked at Jonathan fearfully and said: “Hey man, what do you want?”“Nothing, just wanted Neala to come to see you!”Harvey twisted his face. His once handsome face now looked very ugly.Jonathan sat on the sofa and then jokingly said: “Think about how you have to explain it to her!”About half an hour later, Neala was led into the room by Stephen because she was walking so fast that she was out of breath.“Mr. Wang, did Harvey commit a crime against you here? Let me apologize on his behalf!” Neala glanced at the two of them and quickly apologized to Jonathan, though she didn’t know what was happening.Jonathan glanced at Harvey nonchalantly and then said: “Do you say it yourself or let me?”Harvey lowered his head, looking confused.But Neala is already here. If he can’t get through this gate today, he won’t be able to extract another penny from her tomorrow.But what if Neala gets so angry that she goes to the police?Thinking so, Harvey just had to persevere: “Neala, today I
Harvey hesitated: “Mr. Wang, there is a saying that it is better to destroy a temple than to destroy other people's love affairs. Why do you keep making things difficult for me?"Jonathan put down his phone, crossed his arms with both hands, then glanced at him and said: "Because I'm not used to seeing fake sentiments, video from surveillance cameras can't be faked. If you're as clean as promotional words yourself, then I will help your company pay off its current debt!”What did Harvey and his friends go to the bar to do? More specifically, what he did, Jonathan knew very well.But Jonathan knew Harvey was very talkative because he was found out by Neala for bad behavior, but he still managed to convince Neala.Without proof, Harvey won't admit fault. Therefore, Jonathan took the video from the camera.The standard small bar karaoke rooms will not install cameras, but if the bar has a big scale, it must be there to avoid unnecessary troubles.Only they rarely have to extract the vide
Neala looked at Harvey coldly, her voice hoarse: "You're right. I should make up to you for the years of your youth that you sacrificed for me! Ten million dollars, let's say I buy your youth, Harvey. Get out. Get as far away as possible!!” “Thank you, thank you!!” Harvey was like being pardoned, afraid Neala would change her mind, and immediately ran out of the room. At this point, Neala couldn't hold it anymore. She suddenly fell on Jonathan's shoulder and burst into tears. Cry to heartbreak. Neala and Jonathan's relationship is not suitable for this ambiguous act. But he still didn't push her away. Maybe crying loudly would help Neala feel better. After a long while, Neala's sobs slowly disappeared. She hurried away from Jonathan's shoulder and said: "Thank you!" "Nothing. You don't blame me for worrying about you will be scammed by others. Well, and I've already prescribed a cure for you and will send it to your phone shortly. Waiting for the day you feel more com
“It's Curtis. I have work and have to leave San Francisco for a few days, so I want to ask you to take care of Curtis. You can rest assured the transportation of Curtis to school has Roger in charge and will not be too troublesome. But Roger is also old, not very suitable to care for children." Hearing that, Adela's expression softened: "If you don't hate my simple house, take her to my house. But Jonathan, you keep saying you've found my daughter, but you keep refusing to let me and her meet. Can you tell me directly, have you finally found Mary or not?" This made Adela begin to feel a little suspicious. Jonathan replied: "When I get back to San Francisco, I will bring her to meet you and get to confirm the bloodline together, absolutely not breaking my promise!" Her throat moved, her face a little excited, and Adela nodded thoughtfully: "Okay!" So many years have passed. Just a few more days, and she can still wait, as long as her daughter is at peace. The matter is over
“Probably at least fifty million or more, Marcus, Are you going to play?” Beckham laughed sarcastically: “Do you have any money left? Let's go take a shower and go to sleep!" "Mr. Beckham, I don't have money, but my daughter has. Gambling about fifty million dollars is nothing to her. Mr. Beckham, you've already lent me a lot of money. Add another fifty million dollars for enough to a hundred million dollars! As secured, I will pay you both principal and interest." Marcus tries to pretend that money isn't an issue to present himself as a man to have money. “You borrowed another fifty million dollars? If you can't pay, even if I kill you, it will be a big loss! Marcus, is your mind still normal?" Beckham looked at Marcus like a mad older man. "Mr. Beckham… just fifty million dollars, what's to that extent? Okay, I'll pay double interest on the loan, okay?" Beckham was immediately moved, but still narrowed his eyes and refused to agree: "According to the law, it is wrong for me to l
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