"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
"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
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
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
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
Prison No. 1 - Southwest Direction. Jonathan Wang, clad in an aged coat, stood outside the iron gate, peering up at the sky with a hint of desolation in his eyes, squinting slightly. His wife’s words from the past echoed in his ears. “I only have one little brother, who is still too naive. If you expose him, resulting in his imprisonment, it’ll be the end of his life. Jonathan Wang, as things have escalated, please take all the blame. Once you’ve served a few years in jail, we can live together again!” Six years ago, at a social gathering, his brother-in-law drugged a young woman, intending to violate her. However, when they got her into the room and started undressing her, he discovered she was not just any girl but the daughter of a prominent family in Elite Summit. He was so terrified that he lost all control. If he were to violate her, there would undoubtedly be serious consequences. But the drugged girl was not in her senses, her body burning with heat, indicating that the d
"I dare anyone to proceed with the surgery!" The booming, angry voice echoed through the room, and Jonathan, with a furious look, entered with Tommy. All eyes filled with rage were focused on him. "Who the hell are you to make a scene in front of the Thomas family? Let me tell you, I'm Devlin Thomas, my friends here in Elite Summit call me 'Thomas the Second'. Show some sense and scram, and I'll generously let you off the hook!" Devlin Thomas wanted to hurry up with the surgery, fearing further delay might lead to complications. Therefore, he decided not to pick a fight with this newcomer. He proactively introduced himself so that this man, hearing of his fame, would know better than to stick around. This man, Thomas's reputation, is highly esteemed in Elite Summit, enough to induce fear in everyone. Jonathan looked at him and said coldly: "I've heard of your fame, but have you ever heard of me?" Everyone in the waiting room of the operating theatre observed, noticing that the
“Save my daughter first!” Jonathan was anxious to see Carla and had no time to deal with these people. Devlin’s face was unsightly, but he dared not speak. Without Carla Wang’s marrow, his daughter would also die. But if he insisted on transplanting Carla Wang’s marrow into Neala, the Thomas family would be done for! “Aren’t you leaving yet!” Kane angrily looked at his second son. Why was he still standing there frozen at a time like this? Just then, the operating room door opened. A young girl with a pale face, leading a plump little girl by the hand, came out. The little girl looked very well-behaved, her eyes similar to Jonathan’s, but she was somewhat chubby compared to girls her age due to excessive pampering. This wasn’t Carla Wang, Jonathan’s daughter, then who was she? Jonathan’s eyes flashed with a momentary blaze, teary-eyed. “Enough with the noise. I won’t undergo surgery anymore! Carla is still a child, and please spare her! Grandpa, Dad, I don’t want to go thro