Chapter 82: Ordering Expensive MealsBut seeing that Karen James wasn't one to be trifled with, she eventually gave up that thought.“This, this, that, and that. We'll have five kilograms of each.”Adding everything together, Karen James had ordered more than a dozen different types of seafood. She then left while complaining. “Sigh, a four-star hotel is a four-star hotel. It's nothing like a five-star hotel; their seafood selection is so small.”The waitress watched Karen James walk away, resisting the urge to punch the latter.Within the private room.Veronica quickly ordered a few dishes.But by the time the waitress served the dishes, Karen James's family still hadn't arrived yet.“Don't tell me that they left.” Yanna Blanca was a little worried. After all, it was her younger sister that they were talking about. If my sister really has left, that will be a little embarrassing for me.“So be it. Let's just eat.” Veronica’s mood wasn't the slightest bit affected by Karen James's fam

Chapter 84: ThiefSlap!A resounding slap landed on Karen son's face, it was so powerful he didn't know who slapped him as he felt the world spin and he stumbled back to his butt.Veronica Blanca wanted to get up, but Thomas Tudor stopped her. In the end, she sat back down.“I'll fight it out with you since you dare to step on my son!” Karen James was an unreasonable person to begin with. Now that someone was stepping on her son, she rushed forward without any thought.But another muscular man pushed her back into her seat.Everyone froze.“Boss, what did my son do? How did he offend you guys?” Larry Shaw was still sober and not drunk. As such, he stood up, wanting to learn about what had happened.The bald man slammed a wallet onto the table. “Your son stole my wallet. How do you think I should handle this?”“My son stole your wallet?” Larry Shaw was dumbfounded.“Dad, don't listen to their nonsense. I was in the toilet, and the wallet was on the basin. Finders keepers, so I took it.

Chapter 86: You're in no place to speakYanna Blanca tried to diffuse the situation, but her sister wasn't buying it. “An emergency? Do you mean that we can punch others during emergencies? Do you mean that it would've been fine if he killed my son since it was an emergency? Your family has to take responsibility for this. Your family will have to pay for Weston's medical fees.”Nonetheless, Yanna Blanca was reluctant to ruin her relationship with her sister. “How much do you want?”“30,000.” However, it seemed like Yanna Blanca had underestimated just how shameless her sister was.She asked for 30,000 dollars! Yanna Blanca's face turned ghostly pale.Even Samuel Jaymes pointed at Karen. “You—you! This woman…”“What’s wrong? Do you mean that you're not going to give us the money after hitting my son? Fine, I’ll go to the Pearl Group and ask the Grandma of the Jaymes family for money.”Of course, Karen was all too clear that her family , especially due to Watson, wasn't well-liked by t

Chapter 88: Fired"Ms. Carter, right? One billion—I want to withdraw it right now. If you don't have enough cash here, you'd better call your superiors and get them to send it over now. I want cash." Thomas Tudor placed his Peregrine card in Ms. Carter's hand.In an instant, Ms. Carter was on the verge of tears. A billion dollars. It's true that a Peregrine card holder can choose to withdraw any amount at any branch, but I don't want that branch to be my branch. This is because I would have to take full responsibility for whatever happened in that case. Perhaps they won't just fire me for losing this Peregrine card holder. In fact, they might even kill me. I would be blacklisted from the finance industry from then on.In fact, Ms. Carter was even worried that they might simply kill her because of their fear of Thomas Tudor.Slap!Ms. Carter landed a slap on the manager's face. "Scram! You're fired! Get lost! Don't you dare to show up here again!"The branch head's furious roar attract

Baldie Lowe stared at the man seated across from him in the dimly lit backroom of a nondescript San Francisco bar. The faint hum of the city’s nightlife filtered through the walls, but in here, the air was thick with tension. Baldie, a hulking figure with a shaved head and a reputation for ruthless deals in the city’s underground, felt his pulse quicken. The man before him—Thomas Tudor, known to most as a low-profile entrepreneur who’d married into a modest clan family and is useless and even got divorce and done dirty by his wife—was not what he seemed. “You’re sharper than you look, Lowe,” Thomas said, leaning back in his chair, his voice calm but laced with authority. His dark modest shirt was tailored but understated, a deliberate choice to avoid flaunting the wealth. “You must have thousands of questions right now.”Baldie’s throat tightened. He nodded, unable to speak. The Tudor family was a colossus—old money, global reach, with investments spanning tech, real estate, and shad