Carnelian was taken aback, staring at Jonathan in disbelief. Throughout their acquaintance, she had never seen him lose his cool, and today, though he wasn’t exactly furious, his amiable facade had certainly faded. “Do you believe I shouldn’t have helped Baldric?” Carnelian's voice was cold, cutting through the room. “Whether you should’ve or not, you already did. Can you stop playing the victim? To be blunt, you’re behaving like a temple maiden seeking reverence." he retorted, turning back to the television. Carnelian's face drained of color. She could clearly hear the sarcasm in Jonathan’s voice. But he wasn't wrong. ... Another day passed. That evening, Mammon Wang arrived in Los Angeles. But unlike last time, Mammon wasn't here for some theatrics with Jonathan but to discuss the serious matter of the Peaceful Island project. Recent public opinion had not been kind, and the Moore family found themselves at the center of a storm. All of Los Angeles seemed to be spewing ven
Jonathan received a phone call, and it was from the last person he wanted to hear from. He was genuinely surprised that, upon his arrival in Los Angeles, Orla William had reached out to him. They agreed to meet at a secluded café on the outskirts of the city, a place wrapped in beauty and silence. Today, Orla donned a white maternity dress, her belly unmistakably protruding. Pregnancy had led her to forsake makeup; her pallor, drained of its former glamor, rendered her almost unrecognizable from her radiant San Francisco days. Jonathan never imagined seeing Orla so unadorned. Upon seeing her, he felt not a ripple in his heart but rather a tranquility as if meeting an ordinary friend. "It's been a while." he said, taking a seat and smiling warmly. When the waiter approached, he ordered a cup of coffee. Orla looked at him and returned the smile: "Yes, it has been quite some time." But beneath that smile lay a veil of bitterness. Her hands rested on her belly while talking, her face f
After bidding Samantha farewell, Jonathan also arrived at the Moore family mansion. "Sir, I'm here." As soon as he entered the room, Jonathan went to Dieter's bedside and smiled. Dieter looked completely different from yesterday, at first glance, extremely weary. It wasn't a health issue, of course. The main reason was that both his son and grandson were in trouble. "How's Cadell?" Seeing Jonathan, Dieter asked straight away. Because once Baldric was arrested, he wouldn't be able to turn things around, and the outcome was death. The commotion he caused was known not only in Los Angeles but also across America. Regardless of whether Baldric was from the Moore family - one of the four great families in Los Angeles, or even the number one noble family in New York, the outcome would be the same. Public pressure at the beginning of the year was very strong. In a sense, it represented public opinion! But there was still someone to save, Cadell. "I've had someone ask, and it looks
"Relax, I will keep the secret. Besides, there is no need to admit anything." Jonathan said. Spontaneously confessing to Dieter that he had indirectly pushed Baldric to his downfall would be a foolish and dull move. If he were to do that, it would not make him honest, but stupid. "Yes, it was a tough decision for me, but we didn't do anything wrong!" Carnelian said with a gloomy tone. They were not wrong; Baldric was. Actually, the police had already interrogated Cadell and figured out what happened before nightfall. Jonathan and Carnelian knew all the details of the case. Baldric, in a state of frustration, had invited Flower and Bird for drinks. It was a typical scenario where one pays and the others entertain. However, once drunk, Baldric's sinister side emerged, and he started to torture the girls. Unable to bear it, Bird and Flower started begging for mercy. But the more they pleaded, the more Baldric's sadistic nature was provoked, making him even more brutal. He forced them
"Are you trying to enrage me to death, son? You ruined the Moore Corporation's business and now you're blaming me? I scolded you for your own good, angry that iron didn’t turn into steel." Dieter stood, clutching his chest, indignation flaring in his eyes. Seeing his father’s rising anger, Cadell dared not utter a word, fearing to further incense him. “If that were the case, you should have spoken up when I urged you to take on the Peaceful Island project! Without it, the Moore Corporation could have restructured and gradually progressed.” “Now, you're sixty billion in debt, what are you going to do?” Cadell had come to accept the harsh reality: the Peaceful Island project, instead of bringing profits, had turned into a ball and chain for the Moore Corporation. Without a second thought, he knew someone must have sent that journalist to stir the pot. But everything she said was true; Moore Corporation's real estate division was no longer able to continue the Peaceful Island proje
“Grandpa!” “Sir”. Jonathan and Carnelian approached Dieter and greeted him respectfully. “There you two are! Allow me to introduce, this is my granddaughter Carnelian, and her husband, Jonathan! This here is Mr. Steven, and this here is Mr. William…” Sherlock smiled as he introduced them to his old friends. After a few courteous exchanges, the others found excuses to leave, not wanting to interfere with Dieter's time with his grandchildren. Noticing Carnelian's pallor, Dieter asked with concern: "Are you feeling unwell, child? If you're tired, you should rest and not worry about this event.” “I'm fine, grandpa.” Carnelian glanced at Jonathan, unsure of what to say, but then she looked around and asked: "Where is my elder brother?” Sherlock couldn't attend as he was at the hospital, but surely Baldric should be here. “God knows where that rascal is hiding, never mind him, seeing him only spoils my mood! Given the choice, I wouldn't want a grandson like him.” Mention of Baldri
"So, the current suspect in the case is not the real culprit?" Juliette cautiously looked around, then asked quietly. That day, she had heard clearly that Denish's brother was the scapegoat that the Moore family found to take the blame, thereby reducing the impact of this case on the Moore family. And suddenly two days ago, the perpetrator turned himself in. This made Juliette unable to help but suspect that the person who turned himself in was Denish's brother. Jonathan frowned at her, replying: "Don't ask about things you shouldn't." "Hmm!" At this point, Juliette was even more convinced that the person who turned himself in was not the real culprit. Just that she better not meddle in this matter. "Actually, if you had told me from the beginning that you wanted to find clues for the buried body case, I might have known something!" However, Juliette suddenly said something that made Jonathan startled and cast a glance at her. "What?" "!" Jonathan asked again with a stern
As evening descended, Jonathan made his way to the hospital to pay a visit to Sherlock. Sherlock, by no means a paragon of fortitude, projected an air of a carefree Young Master. Nonetheless, compared to Baldric, he was considerably better. In Los Angeles, the only person Jonathan felt he could confide in was Sherlock. Having promised to pay him a visit when time allowed, he had no intentions of breaking his word. Finding himself idle for the evening, he ventured over. Upon arriving outside Sherlock's hospital room, Jonathan spotted Cadell inside. The room door was slightly ajar, from within emanated Baldric's earnest apologies. Turns out, Cadell had brought his second son to apologize to his eldest. Had he known this, he would not have come. "Jonathan!" Spotting Jonathan, Cadell quickly approached and offered him a cigarette. Without any hint of pretense, Jonathan accepted it. As Cadell lit his own, Jonathan proffered his and followed with a greeting: "Hello, mate." Smoki
Jonathan was no longer brimming with his effervescent smile; his face took on a serious tone. If Samantha had taken the step to clarify things openly, there was no need for him to pretend. "Frankly, two days ago, I began to think that Samantha was unrelated to this matter. But there's one thing that still puzzles me, and it's hard for me to believe that Samantha has absolutely nothing to do with the Peaceful Island incident." Samantha folded her arms in front of her chest: "Please, enlighten me." Without any hesitation, Jonathan voiced his doubts. When Samantha approached Cuthbert for a potential collaboration, the corpse burying incident hadn't yet come to light. How could she have possibly foreseen that the Moores would fail to completely absorb the Peaceful Island project? Did she initially aim to acquire the Peaceful Island project herself, when she sought Cuthbert? Although Samantha later shifted her focus, looking for a partnership with the most influential real estate compa
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Hana BLink
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Josh Simmons
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No L An
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Precious Stone
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