Things kept piling up. One issue after another, colliding with each other. Saxon and his group wanted to bring him down, Camellia wanted to kill him, and now there's this blood relationship with Jessica. Each matter was like a wall trapping him, and Mr. Marcus was becoming restless.This was not a situation of the big fish preying on the small shrimp. They were evenly matched - Saxon had the upper hand in terms of both funds and influence, and Camellia was elusive. He had no assurance when it came to these two.He couldn't confront them head-on, he had to outsmart them.Otherwise, the best ending would be mutual destruction, but now he truly appreciated Saxon's strong ambition. Who made him provoke a terrorist organization? Not only did he fail, but he also brought upon himself a lot of trouble.Saxon was tricked by Henry and suffered heavy losses, while Wolf Gang was destroyed, and his financial situation was likely becoming tight in the funding chain.There was no doubt that Truman,
Mr. Marcus casually asked Jessica, "Are you planning to tell Henry about this?"Naturally, Jessica knew what he was referring to. She looked up and smiled as she gazed out the window. "It's not a big deal, why mention it?"Mr. Marcus looked at her deeply. Jessica tilted her head slightly, and because they were still in the suburbs, she had the window partially open. The sunlight lightly brushed her profile, accentuating her beautiful pale skin with a hint of rosy pink, reminiscent of blooming peach blossoms, enchanting. Strands of her hair danced in the wind, releasing a subtle fragrance. Her long, slightly curled eyelashes quivered, revealing a touch of feminine softness. This scene imprinted itself in Mr. Marcus' mind.It was unbelievably beautiful. He was surprised to find that he would rather be haunted by nightmares and endure a lifetime of pain than lose her by his side.With her carefree tone, it seemed like such an insignificant matter. Was she really not bothered? Or was she
"You disagree?" Old Mr. Alston said in a low, merciless tone, "You've been fighting against Quincy for so long, with no chance of winning and suffering heavy losses. No bank dares to loan money to Noblefull Group. Are you going to let me watch our family business destroyed in my generation?"Such a noble excuse well said! Mr. Marcus admired inwardly. First, Old Mr. Alston teamed up with the enemy to strike him, then they criticized him for being incompetent after this prolonged battle. This drama was played so well, but unfortunately, the actors lacked sufficient acting skills."Why don't you ask who orchestrated this business war behind the scenes?""I don't care about the process, I only care about the result. Now Noblefull Group is short on funds, and you can't make up the gap. Saxon can provide funds. Why wouldn't you want that? If we lose the Walnut Creek project, Noblefull Group will be severely weakened and eventually swallowed by Gootal Group. Do you want to lose to Quincy?" O
"Marcus, I received news last night that your secretary Jessica is Michael Lee's granddaughter. Is that true?" Old Mr. Alston asked in a deep voice. When he initially received this news, Old Mr. Alston was extremely furious. Though decades had passed, the humiliation was still ingrained in his heart.For a man, the vengeance for taking a wife is greater than the vengeance for killing a father. He would never forget what Michael Lee had done to him. Even though he later fell in love with Michael Lee's daughter, Mandy, he could not forget the humiliation he had suffered.And Jessica was the living evidence of that humiliation. Jessica's mother, Judy, was Michael Lee's daughter. Judy died, but Jessica still lived. She was the only person with blood relations to Diana Brown to this day. When he saw her in the hospital, he thought there had to be some connection between her and Diana Brown due to their striking resemblance. He never expected it to be true.He truly wished to strangle this
"All this talk, and you want me to leave W City?" Saxon chuckled. "But Mr. Marcus, I've put in so much effort. I haven't gotten what I want yet. Do you think I'll give up halfway?"Mr. Marcus, do you know what I want? Noblefull Group? What a joke. Why would I need Noblefull Group? He is already powerful enough, standing at the top of the world, looking down on everyone. Wanting a Noblefull Group would simply be adding unnecessary ornamentation.What's the point?Marcus frowned slightly, his expression becoming serious. What did he mean by that?If he didn't want Noblefull Group, then what did he want? Marcus felt a sudden sense of unease, a strange feeling that he couldn't quite put into words. He had always speculated that Saxon wanted the Noblefull Group, or that he had assumed a favor from his father and brought him down, only to hand over the Noblefull Group to his father without any damage. Apart from these possibilities, he hadn't considered anything else.Mr. Marcus also knew t
Saxon didn't expect him to agree so quickly. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of caution in his calm eyes. He suspected that Mr. Marcus had some ulterior motive. "You agreed so readily?" he questioned."What's wrong with that?" Mr. Marcus smiled, exuding an extra touch of elegance and a hint of domineering power. "If the Mafia and the First Terrorist Organization go to war in North America, Ghost Gang would appreciate your assistance, and in return, we would reap the benefits. For Ghost Gang, it would be a great advantage."Saxon locked his gaze on Mr. Marcus' face, silent for a moment. Then he chuckled abruptly. "Aren't you afraid of Truman and Victor's retaliation?""If you're not afraid, why should I be?" Mr. Marcus laughed wildly, his dominance and arrogance evident. Besides, I have my son to protect me. What do I have to fear? Mr. Marcus once again expressed his deep admiration for Henry.Furthermore, Marcus thought with a cold smile, Saxon better survive until the day the Mafia and
Jessica escorted Old Mr. Alston downstairs, behaving respectfully all the way. Old Mr. Alston remained silent, not saying a word. Jessica naturally maintained her silence as well, sensing that he had something to say, most likely about their cousin's relationship.Old Mr. Alston must have hated her because she was Diana Brown's granddaughter, the living proof of Diana Brown's betrayal.Jessica was sharp-witted and could decipher a lot from Old Mr. Alston's silence. But what did it have to do with her? When the two of you were fighting over Diana Brown, my mother hadn't even been born yet.They continued down the stairs, and Old Mr. Alston kept walking ahead. Just as Jessica was about to speak up, Old Mr. Alston said in a low voice, "Let's grab a cup of coffee."Not giving Jessica a choice, Old Mr. Alston headed towards the café across the street.Jessica had no choice but to follow along.In the café, they sat face-to-face. Jessica remained calm and composed, while Old Mr. Alston rema
Colombia.Truman was in talks with a local arms dealer about a collaboration when he watched the news. He saw Saxon's gloomy face with a hint of anger as the news flashed by. It was only then that he found out that the Mafia and the Noblefull Group announced a powerful alliance.It seemed like a cleanup of both the underworld and the righteous path.At the same time, Victor, Antonio, Robin... Captain, Camellia, Rose, and others all received the news. The first terrorist organization exploded with chaos.With one phone call from Truman, everyone immediately came online. Because they were in different regions with different time zones, it was past 3 am in local time in Australia, when people were peacefully sleeping. Captain and Robin were both enraged, and Victor in Paris was also woken up after just falling asleep, filled with anger, but all awakened by this news.All sleep vanished, and Rose and Camellia were sunbathing on the beach, leisurely holding a computer each to go online.Tw
"They saved me," said Saxon, with a cold laugh, "In fact, it was just a trap set by their brothers. They sent someone to ambush me while pretending to save me, successfully getting close to me. Their goal is the mafia, I'm not sure which faction they belong to.""You're really dumb," Camellia retorted. If it were Victor or Robin, this wouldn't have happened. Their core organization doesn't allow outsiders to invade easily, no matter how much trust there is.Saxon's defeat in just a few months was greatly influenced by his misjudgment of people."I admit defeat in this move," Saxon said solemnly. "Just go ahead and kill me."Camellia looked at him and smiled, "My dear brother, if I kill you, my nephew will come after me. Your life should be taken by his own hands, that's what you owe him."Desperate, Saxon closed his eyes and whispered, "Camellia, please fulfill my request, considering we're siblings.""Even if you may be my father, I won't fulfill your request," Camellia said firmly.
There were only five people on the ship.Saxon stood alone on the deck, gazing intensely at the sea, his desire to kill growing stronger. To avoid accidents, he should kill her now. And when Mr. Marcus arrived, he could deliver the final blow.Just as he thought that, the ship stopped, and Saxon roared, "What's going on?""Oh, nothing much. They were tired, so I let them rest forever." A dark figure leaped effortlessly onto the deck, her long hair flowing and her black bodysuit accentuating her seductive figure, her eyebrows exuding absolute icy firmness.Saxon called out in disbelief, "Jessica, you..."She opened her mouth, moved her lips, spat out a voice changer, and tore off the mask on her face, revealing a stunningly alluring face in front of Saxon.He was greatly surprised, but she smiled enchantingly, "My dearest big brother, you could disguise as my Brother Marcus, so why can't I disguise as my brother-in-law? How about that, I think I nailed the act, right? Forgot to tell yo
On the cruise ship out at sea.Jessica tried to move her wrist, but the handcuffs were tight, with long shackles on her feet, trailing chains on the ground, giving the room a particularly gloomy atmosphere. She smiled as she glanced around the room; it was actually quite a nice room, decorated luxuriously and comfortably. She thought to herself, that maybe if Saxon had tied her to the bed, she could have had a peaceful sleep.Her face was pale, breathing seemed a bit difficult, gasping continuously, yet she coldly laughed. Raising her hand, she knocked heavily on the cabin door. As expected, the door opened shortly after, and a tall figure appeared in the doorway, stepping inside.Blonde hair, blue eyes, with a menacing aura that seemed to suffocate, as if ready to destroy the entire world. Such a presence would make anyone feel scared.Jessica, however, smiled, appearing very calm with her usual smile, her gaze passing over him as she said, "Saxon, weren't you in Colombia planning to
Marcus slammed the door shut, and pressed his hand against it, hands supporting the door, his gaze darkly fixed on her. Jessica tried to stay calm but felt her heart racing.She couldn't meet Mr. Marcus's eyes directly, so her gaze shifted, each movement making him breathe a bit harder. She calmly lowered her eyes, ready to listen to his scolding.For a while, Mr. Marcus didn't say a word, his imposing demeanor making Jessica nervous.Finally, Jessica blurted out, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you, but you can't blame me for this. Henry asked why he didn't have a dad. I couldn't possibly tell him that you're the child of a one-night stand with a stranger, right? That would be devastating for the kid. So I had to come up with this cheesy love story. Who knew you actually got into an accident and lost your memory? Henry had already told you about the cheesy drama in advance, so I just went along with the flow. It was really just an accident, I swear.""You had plenty of chances t
It was his mother's death anniversary that day, and feeling upset, Mr. Marcus went to the bar alone after visiting the grave. Someone approached him, but he turned them down. In such moments, he had no peace of mind, but little did he know that he would meet her.She got drunk and staggered. He hurried over to help her, but she mistook him for a money boy. He was furious, feeling his pride was hurt. He was enraged, knowing she came looking for a man, and he wanted to strangle her.In his rage, that anger turned into desire.Furthermore, knowing she had been drugged fueled his anger even more. He was angry at her, frustrated with her. He couldn't understand why he had such strong impulses towards a woman he hardly knew.Maybe it was the moment of palpitations at the beach or the moment of heart fluttering when she looked up at him as he held her.That night, he lost control.But who would have known that when he woke up the next day, there was a note at the head of his bed with $100 an
On that day, Jessica flipped through the guest list for the wedding invitations and couldn't find Quincy's name. She raised an eyebrow and asked Henry, "How long has it been since you talked to Uncle Quincy?""Long time," Henry chuckled. "Mom, you also need to send invitations to the uncles and aunts on Grandpa's side. Why not send one to Uncle Quincy too?"Jessica nodded, hesitated for a moment, then decided to have Camellia drive her to meet Quincy at the park in front of the Lee Family's house.Michael Lee had been in the hospital for a while, feeling down ever since the case with Diana Brown. He had lost his former dominance and charisma; the once mighty business tycoon had fallen, his glory days long gone.Jessica felt sorry about the situation. If it weren't for what Michael Lee had done, she wouldn't have spoken so harshly that day. She only felt guilty towards Quincy.Quincy just smiled and didn't say much. There was a bit of awkwardness between them, not as warm as before, bu
Herman shot her a look of anger, but Camellia wasn't afraid of him at all. The poor little brother, always overshadowed by his brother, how sad. Any woman who falls for him still has to compete with his brother for attention, it's really a special kind of frustration.He was angry, and in the past, he would have definitely closed the video, out of sight out of mind. But today was different, he just stared at Camellia intensively.Suddenly, Camellia was curious about something, "Herman, do you have a brotherly love obsession?"If he answered yes, it would be quite interesting. She felt chaotic just thinking about it. She and Rose had also been suspected of having a lesbian relationship, and now with a pair of brothers who seem to have a homosexual relationship. Wow!"What do you mean by a brotherly love obsession?" Herman questioned.Camellia replied with a mischievous tone, "It means you look at your brother and wonder if you want to pounce on him and violate him."Rose's face darkene
After a while, there was no response from the other end.Camellia calculated the time—it was early morning in Colombia, so he shouldn't be so easily provoked to find a woman to solve his desire. Whether he understood sex was still a problem.She deliberately teased him and let him stew in anticipation."Uncle, it's been a while, and he hasn't responded," Henry said. "Maybe Herman has bled so much from his nose he passed out?"Rose chuckled. "Maybe he is having sex with a beauty."Rose nudged Camellia playfully. "Camellia, don't overdo it. You might regret it later."Camellia waved her hand, smiling without saying a word, then typed on the keyboard: "Herman, how's my figure?"After a while, there was some movement on the line, and unexpectedly, a naked picture of Herman was sent over. It was artistically shot, but his expressionless face still exuded a sinister air.Camellia, "..."Rose, "..."Henry covered his face and wailed, "Uncle-in-law, please consider the innocence of minors...
"Are you happy?" Mr. Marcus released her swollen lips from their embrace, with a smile. Whether she was happy or not was his top concern.She nodded, extremely happy.She could cherish this moment for a lifetime."As long as you're happy, darling. Henry and Camellia will arrive the day after tomorrow. They'll stay until our wedding and honeymoon. You'll be even happier," Mr. Marcus said with a smile. In the afternoon, Henry had already informed him online that he and Camellia would arrive on different flights but on the same day."Really?" Jessica's face lit up with surprise, pouting, "Henry is biased. He told you, but not me. So unfair."Mr. Marcus chuckled, "I and he need to discuss some matters.""Hmph!" Miss Jessica pouted unhappily.Mr. Marcus smiled, holding her, feeling content.She suddenly thought of something, "If you went to such great lengths for a proposal, our wedding will be like...even more sensational?""You don't need to worry about that, just put on the wedding dres