"That useless Alexander might be excused, but Eleanor, you’re Grandfather’s own granddaughter. He doted on you so much, and now you’ve forgotten to prepare a gift for him. There’s really nothing more to say." Steve added fuel to the fire.Lucas wanted to humiliate Alexander and Eleanor, while Steve aimed to divert attention away from his father Marvin, ensuring he wouldn’t make a scene again.Though their motives were different, both men targeted Alexander and Eleanor.Selah let out a mocking laugh, looking at Eleanor with disdain: “Eleanor, we’re both Grandfather’s grandchildren. In the past, he always gave the best things to you first. You got to eat and play before me, so logically, your birthday gift should be much grander than mine. But instead, you didn’t even bother to bring one.""Some people are just ungrateful. I bet these two planned to stir up trouble at Grandfather’s birthday party. Otherwise, who would act so shamelessly?" Sammy chimed in.Every frowned deeply: “This beh
Melvin sensing that the mystery of Young Master Reynolds might overshadow his son’s moment to shine, quickly interjected: “Let’s not waste time talking about this useless brat. It’s frustrating and ruins the good mood. Marvin, raise your glass and make a toast to your uncles.”Marvin stood up, lifting his glass respectfully to those around him: “I’m grateful for the guidance and care you’ve shown me. There will be many times in the future when I’ll need your advice and support. I hope you’ll continue to offer your wisdom.”Marvin’s toast was eloquent, flattering himself while making the guests feel appreciated. The guests all raised their glasses and clinked them with Marvin’s.“Marvin is truly impressive. Securing the contract for the development of the southern suburbs and establishing connections with the Eleanor Missing Group is a sign of great things to come.”“That Eleanor Missing Group is a major investment. I’ve heard that the financial backing behind them is incredibly strong
"Which one of you invited Mr. Vega?" Mr. Jones asked, looking at his eldest son, Melvin.A prominent figure like Boris wouldn't come uninvited. Mr. Jones was well aware of his own status and knew he didn't have the kind of influence that would make Boris come of his own accord. Yet, here Boris was, leaving Mr. Jones to assume that his eldest son must have arranged this as another surprise, much like the gift Marvin had given earlier. It left Mr. Jones pleasantly surprised and delighted.Melvin and the others all shook their heads. Finally, Mr. Jones turned his gaze toward Marvin: “Marvin, was this another surprise you prepared for your grandfather?""No, Grandfather. I didn’t invite Mr. Vega. We’re far too distant from him.” Marvin replied with a wry smile.Mr. Jones couldn’t figure it out immediately, so he hastily stood up to greet Boris. A distinguished guest had arrived, and they needed to show their respect. Besides, if they could establish good relations with Boris, it would cer
The guests were equally stunned, their eyes wide with amazement as they tried to understand what was happening."This is too much! Alexander is known as a useless freeloader, so why are Mr. Thomas and Mr. Vega treating him with such respect?""If it were just one of them, it could be a coincidence, but with both Mr. Thomas and Mr. Vega showing such reverence, there must be a reason.""They both called him Young Master Reynolds. Do you think he might be the same Young Master Reynolds who sent those incredible birthday gifts earlier?"Speculation began to stir amon
Mr. Jones shakily approached Alexander, followed by Melvin and the others."If Mr. Pittman, Mr. Thomas, and Mr. Vega are all sitting at this table, then this old man must sit here too."Mr. Jones was still quite certain in his heart. If these men were here for Alexander and believed that where Alexander sat was the main table, then Mr. Jones naturally wouldn’t dare to claim the head seat. He could only respectfully sit alongside them. In any other situation, meeting Thorne and the others would never grant Mr. Jones the privilege to sit with them.Pulling out a chair, Mr. Jones sat with a slight tilt, his face smiling toward the three men from Thorne's group. As for Alexander, Mr. Jones wore a more accommodating expression, though he couldn't fully lower his demeanor. But Thorne and his companions paid no attention to Mr. Jones, focusing entirely on Alexander.Being stared at by the three men, Alexander felt uneasy, especially with all the Jones family members standing behind Mr. Jones
“Who’s that old man standing next to Alexander? He looks familiar, but I can’t quite place where I’ve seen him.” Melvin said, scratching his head.Sherman being a rare tycoon, occasionally had his photo appear at various business events, which was why Melvin had a sense of familiarity.Jesus scratched his head too, wracking his brain trying to identify Sherman: “He does look familiar, but I can’t remember who he is.”No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t recall where they’d seen Sherman.“Valeria, do you know who that man standing with Alexander is?” Mr. Jones asked, frowning. Valeria had recognized Sherman immediately but found it hard to believe that Alexander could be casually chatting with him.Upon hearing Mr. Jones’s question, Valeria snapped out of her shock, her lips trembling as she stammered: “I know him. That man, he’s…”Valeria was struggling to get her words out, leaving Mr. Jones frustrated: “Get to the point!” he barked, stamping his foot impatiently.“He’s Sherm
Ignoring his pride, Mr. Jones approached Sherman with a forced smile: “Chairman Lopez, it’s an honor to have you here. I apologize for not greeting you properly. Please, come inside for some tea."Sherman shook his head: “You really think I’d enter your house? I’d just be insulted by your family again."Mr. Jones’s face fell, his embarrassment clear, cursing Lucas and Steve internally.More guests crowded around Sherman and Alexander, eagerly introducing themselves."Chairman Lopez, I’m Garth Jones, CEO of ECL. If you nee
The No. 1 Phillips Club in the provincial capital. In the most luxurious VIP room, Liam sat with his legs crossed, lighting a cigar."The latest premium Havana cigar, Mr. White, give it a try."Archie White, seated across from Liam, looked fierce, with a scar on his face resembling a vicious centipede, and six round scars on his bald head.Archie White was a notorious criminal, on the run and constantly evading capture. He claimed to be a martial monk from Cedar Grove Shaolin Temple, but after being unable to endure the harsh training and strict rules, he led a few of his brothers down the mountain and became a gangster.Whether Archie was truly a martial monk or not, no one could confirm. But Liam knew that Archie's skills weren’t just talk—he possessed real martial abilities."Cigars are the hobby of you rich folks. Us poor guys prefer smoking ABCs.” Archie said, pulling out an ABC cigarette and putting it in his mouth: “Let's get to the point. This isn’t our first meeting. You know