"Mr. Webb, your family estate is so grand, far better than those doghouses of mine." "Haha, all these were built by our old man, I actually don't even like living here at all, it's just too big. I have to run 2km just to use the bathroom."Adrian Webb led Justin all the way in. Along the way, there were many maids and bodyguards who greeted the young master when they saw him."Alright, alright, you can all leave. We have a guest today, tell the kitchen to slaughter cows and sheep, and bring out a few of those Australian lobsters I got back the other day. Can't be stingy when entertaining guests." After saying this, his men left to carry out his orders. Adrian Webb continued leading Justin further in. At this time, Justin couldn't help but want to tease him a little."Oh my, not bad at all! You sure are generous, Mr. Webb.""Come on, stop pretending with me. Who doesn't know about you? These things are nothing but small fries to you. Forget it, come meet my old man with me. Don't k
"Uncle, now you're the one who praises me too much. In fact, Mr. Webb can be said to have fully inherited your teachings. Whether in intellect or capability, he far surpasses me. It is I who should learn from him, you flatter me too much." "Hahaha, don't mention that rascal anymore. Do I not know exactly what he's capable of? Forget it, since you've already noticed the flaws in this piece, it shows you truly understand calligraphy. How about showing uncle a skill of yours?""Please, I wouldn't dare show off my meager skills before you, Uncle. That would just make a fool of myself. Let's forget it. Just being able to admire your calligraphy today is a blessing in my life. I shouldn't overstep." "Hahaha, you do have a way with words, my boy. You know how to delight me. Alright, I won't pressure you either. Let's just play for fun. If your calligraphy isn't great, I won't blame you. After all, you're still young and should focus on striving harder. Self-cultivation like this is better
"No problem at all. I'm telling you to take it, so take it. No matter how much you take, I won't begrudge it. I'm not lacking for money after all."While true, this did sound a bit boastful."Alright, since you say so, I will humbly obey. Aha, this painting of court ladies looks quite nice. Why don't you gift that to me, Uncle? I can take it home and admire these classical beauties every day!""Ah, this is..."Hearing this, Lucas was instantly stunned. Because this painting of court ladies was his favorite piece, bought for over a million dollars. The money was trivial, but this painting was truly his most beloved.Lucas Webb was feeling extremely frustrated, but he was the kind of person who cared a lot about saving face. Now that the words had spilled out like water, he could not take them back. He reluctantly looked at Adrian Webb - this was all the fault of his rotten son. If not for him bringing this guy back, would he have had to lose such a valuable painting? Adrian Webb could
Lucas Webb explained while marveling. Hearing this, Justin quickly turned his head away to hide his awkwardness. How was he going to explain this if they dug deeper? It would be so embarrassing! But Mr. Webb was shameless enough to reveal everything on the spot - he told the two of them Justin was the source of these products, and listed all the businesses under Justin's management that he had investigated. Seeing how excitedly he spilled the beans, Justin wanted to faint. Now he realized this guy was a complete traitor, willing to pit people to their deaths without remorse."Oh, so these products are made by your company? How on earth did you manage to develop such amazing beauty products? It's truly unbelievable." Justin started spewing nonsense off the top of his head, still not daring to reveal the System's existence. But his story was half true, half fabricated, just believable enough.Lucas Webb's eyes lit up upon hearing this. He slapped the table and said, "Brilliant! Just
As a result, Lucas Webb found himself increasingly displeased with Adrian Webb, feeling like he was in serious need of a beating.Right then, Mr. Webb happened to want to go out and play. The unlucky child had charged right into the barrel of a gun. Before he even finished speaking, Lucas Webb chased him back with a torrent of berating."You useless brat, all you do every day is spend my money gallivanting around. Starting today, you're not allowed to go anywhere, stay home and focus your mind. Also, from tomorrow you'll start learning from me how to manage the business and commerce. I'm not long for this world, when I pass everything will go to you. You need to learn how to manage things, or you'll never amount t
"Justin my boy, if you think anything of me, stay the night. My son is out cavorting, so you can have his room. I'd love to chat more about this game - I've studied chess my whole life yet you best me with ease. Please, make yourself at home.""Uncle, that's too kind, really. I can just get a hotel.""Nonsense! Now that you've come to my home, I couldn't let you stay in some hotel. Why, the media might portray it poorly come morning. Rest here tonight - if anything is lacking just say the word. I'll do my best to oblige. Now, if you have certain 'urges' there's little I can do - the missus is home,
Justin shook his head - an ordinary case of civic duty. With his skills, the rescue was easy. No need for thanks. As Justin strolled on, dismissing the matter, several men in black suits and sunglasses blocked his path, emerging from a BMW. "Mr. Wilson? Come with us please - our employer requests your presence."Justin frowned. "And who might he be? I don't just come and go at anyone's beck and call. If he wants to extend an invite, I'll need a name and status before considering it.""All will be clear if you come along."Justin scoffed. Such cloak and dagger techniques hardly inspired enthusiasm. He strode past them without a glance."Sir, our employer said we may use force if required. While regrettable, please don't make this difficult."Justin smirked. "My my, is that how your boss makes friends? I'm not interested. You're welcome to try something if you insist."Exchanging glances, the men closed in, cracking knuckles menacingly. "I'd rethink this if I were you. I'm not one t
"You must be Mr. Wilson. As expected, your youth belies your reputation," one of the middle-aged men said - John Lee, Alex's father and head of the Lee family. Beside him was Kevin Green, head of the Green family. These two were famous figures in Metropolis Central who could shake the city with a stomp of their foot. Yet here they were, gathered in this compound and even bringing their sons to give Justin face. Justin smiled coldly. Seeing a stone table and benches set up in the yard, he sauntered over, brushed off some dust, and sat down casually. Alex Lee and David Green were incensed seeing this, but were stopped by their fathers as they moved to act."That's right, it's me. What's this about? If you have business with me, you should be laying out a banquet, not gathering a crowd to stare at me. This isn't how you treat a guest." Justin was utterly fearless.John Lee's expression darkened, though as someone who hid his anger well, not like his useless shouting son. But a silent d