It was all Alan’s fault— that bastard had tricked him! Alan’s BMW 520 had surprisingly strong horsepower; it was definitely a modified car. If Alan hadn’t tricked him, how would he have been driven to such a desperate measure?At the thought of this, Coleman felt an intense hatred for Alan in his heart.Quinton saw how pale the young man had turned from fear and let out a cold snort. Go get your vehicle registration certificate, driver’s license, and ID card. Show them to me!Daring not to disobey, Coleman hurried back to his car, fetched all the documents, and handed them to Quinton respectfully.After checking the documents, Quinton stuffed all of them into his own pocket without a second thought. Then he fixed his gaze on Coleman and said in a cold voice, So you’re Coleman? I’ve been around for so many years, and I really don’t want to argue with a punk like you. I just bought this car less than a month ago, and now you’ve crashed it like this. Even if you get it repaired, it’ll st

As he spoke, Coleman added, To be honest with you all, I’m currently in charge of a major project at the company. Once it’s done, I’ll get at least $300,000 in bonuses!Upon hearing this, everyone was even more astounded and quickly asked, Brother Coleman, what company do you work for? The benefits are incredible—how can the bonuses be that high?!Coleman said proudly, I’ll probably shock you when I say it. It’s the famous Hardy Group in Pras City. The profits from a single project are calculated in millions of dollars. What I’m getting is actually quite little!Alan frowned slightly. The Hardy Group—wasn’t that the property of the Gustav family?Could it be that Coleman was working for the Gustavs?That was somewhat amusing.At this point, noticing that Alan had been silent all along, Coleman deliberately said, Alan, what do you do for work now? After becoming a live-in son-in-law, you wouldn’t have been relying on your wife to support you, living off her, would you?As soon as he sa

At the thought of this, he looked at Coleman with interest and asked curiously, Your company’s boss is named Palino, right? He doesn’t seem to be from the Hardy family! Are you just making this up?Coleman never expected Alan to know about his company, let alone his boss’s name. Panic instantly set in.If Alan knew about his company, it meant Alan might also know what his company actually did—and that everything he had told Granger was a lie.Just as Coleman was panicking inwardly, unsure how to explain himself, Granger beside him stared at Alan angrily and snapped, Alan, what do you mean by this? Coleman’s being kind enough to help us make money, and you’re here questioning him? Is it because you’re upset that Coleman isn’t taking you along to earn money?Alan looked at Granger in surprise and couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. This kind of pathetic loser was truly hopeless—he had no education, no ability to tell right from wrong. He, Alan, had kindly tried to pull Granger back from t

After three rounds of drinking, Coleman stood up unsteadily, slurring his words: I’m gonna hit the bathroom. You guys keep drinking—don’t hold back! Finish that Moutai, alright? And don’t leave a drop of that champagne either!At the sight of this, Granger jumped to his feet immediately, fawning all over Coleman: Coleman, let me help you get to the bathroom!Before Coleman could respond, Granger was already on his feet, obsequiously supporting him by the arm.Coleman waved his hand and chuckled: I’m not that drunk yet—how much have I even had?Granger pressed on, his face thick with flattery: Even so, I’ll go with you anyway!On their way to the bathroom, Granger grinned and said: Coleman, I secretly downloaded all those lending apps you told me about just now. And let me tell you—this hotel’s WiFi doesn’t even have a password, and the speed’s insane! Way faster than that lousy network in my company dorm! Feels like I scored a huge win!Coleman gave him a look of disdain. He thought t

Alan smiled calmly: Never mind whether I robbed a bank or not. The point is, I can come up with $1 million. As for you—if I can donate $1 million, how much will you donate?Coleman sneered: If you can donate $1 million, I’ll donate $10 million! Who doesn’t know how to brag?The entire table erupted in laughter.Everyone thought Alan was just stubbornly keeping up appearances, even if it meant suffering.Some might have believed Alan could donate $30,000—after all, his wife at least owned a BMW, so their family was presumably not short of that kind of money.But donating $1 million? That seemed unrealistic. Even selling that BMW wouldn’t be enough!Among these people, the only ones who truly trusted Alan were Aunt Lee, Rachel, and his wife Mia.Aunt Lee and Rachel knew Alan’s character—he would never say something he wasn’t sure he could do.As for Mia, she was accustomed to his ways.Alan could easily earn over $1 million just by reading feng shui for someone. Donating $1 million to t