After we entered the golf course, Emma went to the receptionist while I waited for her in the lounge with Crystal and Sugar. However, when she did not return even after a long time, I left the room and went to find her.When I arrived, I was surprised to see Emma arguing fiercely with the receptionist."What's wrong with you? I made a reservation. How could you cancel without informing me? An important customer has reserved the entire course? Hah! Why not just say the President will be here to play golf?""Miss, I'm really sorry. Someone has indeed booked the entire golf course for the night. You can come tomorrow if you want to play golf." The receptionist seemed upset but nonetheless offered a discount if we came the next day."Save it! We're not short of money. Either get your manager here or the guy who's booked the entire golf course over. I'd like to see how powerful and rich he is!"Now, that put the receptionist in a dilemma. If seen in a prudent lig

Perhaps Ron was shocked by my words, he stood stunned for a long moment before he forced a smile and said humbly, "Mr. Wayne, don't worry! I will try my best to improve the company's performance and double the sales in three months.""I don't care if you try your best or not. No matter what, you have to make it." I smiled as I checked the time. It was nine in the evening. "Emma, would you like to play golf now?""Sure. In thunder, lightning or in rain, it's surely a wonderful time to play golf. However, I don't know if Mr. Geller will give us a chance."Before Ryan could muster a reply, Ron said, "Of course! Mr. Wayne's friend is also my friend. I'll get a few one-year membership cards for you all. Mr. Wayne, hope you can have a good time."It would cost tens of thousands of dollars to play golf here once. Therefore, a one-year membership card meant quite a large sum of money. However, since Ron was being so nice, we naturally would not refuse him.By 9.30,

I gazed into the eyes of the woman in red with eyes that were more determined and colder than ever.She seemed a little taken aback and asked in a soft tone, "Do you still want to close down my bar?""Hmph! I even want to turn you into a prostitute." In my rage, I lost my manners and snarled, which vexed the woman in red a lot, and it appeared that I would be beaten up again.By now, ten minutes had passed, and Victor dashed into the bar with his men.Unlike the previous time at the grill, Victor only brought two people this time, but I could tell they were not ordinary people. These two men appeared to be killers, as opposed to the bodyguards Victor had brought with him last time."Victor, you're finally here."Victor rushed through the crowd to me and stared at the bruises on my swollen face with a blank expression."Master, I apologize for my late arrival. Are you okay?""It's fine. They are only henchmen with no intention of killing me, bu

The clothes I was wearing were made by Richard Cooper, one of the most famous designers in the country. Only royal families and extremely wealthy people could afford such clothes, and Victor, of course, was the one who gave them to me.Richard's designs were not sold in the market, so people could not buy them even if they could afford them. As a result, many wealthy young men desired such outfits because they were regarded as a symbol of status and wealth."So, are you looking down upon us because we are poor?""Yes, without a doubt, you're a poor guy who can't even afford a car here, so stop messing around. We don't welcome you."Now, the guy had managed to incite even the two sweet-tempered girls by my side, their eyes seething with fury.Sugar thundered first, "What makes you so certain that we can't afford a car? How can you look down on us like this?""Hmph! You poor people deserve to be looked down upon. To be honest, I despise those who pretend

"If I can help in any way, just let me know!" Isabella sounded a little excited."Well, it's just a small favor. Let's talk about it after dinner.""Okay. See you later. Goodbye!"Isabella hung up before I could respond. I shook my head with a wry smile and set off to work.On the way, I called the person in charge of the charity ball that night."Hello, Mr. Wayne. It's so great to hear from you," a man said in a respectful tone.I could not help but sigh as I considered the changes in my life. Had I remained the same as before, I would most likely be ineligible to contact this type of person. Even if I could, I doubt he would pay much attention to me."Hello, I have something to ask of you.""Please go ahead, sir. It's my honor to serve you," the man replied, maintaining his respectful tone."I'm hoping you can assist me in getting a message to someone.""Get a message to someone?" The man was taken aback, puzzled."Yes, I am h