Twenty.

"You want a job worth nothing less than 100, 000 USD monthly? That's crazy." Lucas frowned at Edgar.

Edgar had told him about his deal with Meyer Jones.

"You don't have the qualifications to earn such a salary. Getting a job like that without qualifications means you are from an influential family."

Edgar scoffed. "I am the grandson of the god of money himself. How influential can one be?"

Lucas heaved a sigh of frustration. "Nobody knows. Have you forgotten? Low key, remember?"

Edgar raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said my family murderer is dead, what is the need of still staying low-key?"

"You said he was not. What if you turn out to be true? For now, we have to be careful until we are certain he is dead."

"I do not care about what you think. All I know is that you are getting me that job in one of my companies."

Lucas shook his head. He looked at Edgar pitifully. "This is a bad idea."

"I don't care. I have to take Edna with me and leave this house."

Lucas shrugged after

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