When everyone heard that Lily’s father was a cultural relic appraiser, they immediately cast a contemptuous and sympathetic gaze at Charlie.All of them shared the same thought—Charlie was so unlucky!His show-off moment was interrupted by the presence of an expert! It was like a slap right across his own face!It would be so humiliating if Lawson Lewis, Lily’s father, came downstairs!Claire blushed timidly. She leaned closer to Charlie and whispered, “So many people are watching you. You’d better not be stubborn, it would be so embarrassing otherwise!”On their way here, Charlie did tell her about the painting he bought but he said that it didn’t cost him a lot of money. Right now, however, he changed his attitude and claimed that it was very expensive. His sudden change of reaction made Claire a little doubtful and skeptical, figuring that Charlie might have lied for the sake of his reputation.On the contrary, Charlie was indifferent. He blurted, “If you don’t believe me, let
“Yes,” Lily answered. “They’ve been buddies since college!”As she was saying this, in her mind, she was thinking, ‘Charlie, you and Douglas are good buddies but you have the nerve to give him a worthless piece of sh*t, let my dad expose and humiliate you in front of everyone!’However, beyond everyone’s expectation, Lawson said with a grateful sigh, “Indeed, it seems that he is a good friend! Why would one give such a precious gift otherwise?”Everyone was dumbfounded upon the statement!What did he mean by ‘precious’? Was he saying that the yellowish drawing was expensive?Exasperated, Clinton cursed inside his head, ‘F*ck you! I can go to Antique Street, buy a fake painting, pee on it to make it look old and yellowish, and it will still look more authentic than that piece of sh*t!’Lawson cleared his throat and said in an earnest tone, “This is the authentic work of Rachel Ruysch, a painter from the Dutch Golden Age. Although she is not as famous nowadays, she was one of the m
At this moment, Clinton felt like he wanted to die right there and then!D*mn it!What was going on!He couldn’t catch a break, could he?How did he get repeatedly humiliated by Charlie the loser?Never did he expect that the painting would turn out to be authentic and worth two hundred thousand dollars!He had already given his word, what should he do now? Did he really have to eat the table?That was absolutely impossible!He could buy a new car after his car perished in the fire, but how could he eat a table?He would really die if he did!The crowd teased him, “Hey, Clinton, you said it yourself that you will eat the table if you lose. Do you want to break your promise again this time?”“That’s right! Everyone is still waiting for your freak show!”Someone slapped on the table hard. “Hey, please start your act now!”Clinton’s face turned into an ugly shade of red and green. He blurted sheepishly, “We’re all friends, do you guys really have to kick me when I’m already d
More importantly, he had to find a way to clean up his reputation among his former collegemates. Otherwise, how could he show off in front of his friends in the future after being humiliated by Charlie twice?Just when he was pondering about how to restore his dignity, there was a sudden commotion at the main entrance of the restaurant.The noise attracted everyone’s attention and they looked towards the door.A group of youngsters with malicious looks barged into the restaurant. They had tattoos all over their limbs and body, holding baseball bats, galvanized water pipes, and the like in their hands. They didn’t look like they were here for a meal at all.Everyone was extremely shocked upon the horrid sight, especially Douglas and Lily, their eyes full of fear.A man with the visible scar on his face was obviously the head of the group. He stepped forward, scanned the hall, then pointed at Douglas with an evil grin. “Boss, why didn’t you come and say hi before the opening ceremon
Clinton was extremely dumbfounded by the abrupt reaction from Mr. Lee and was very annoyed, but as his friends were still watching him, he gritted his teeth and searched for another contact.This time, he called the director of the district police branch.He remembered that this person also had a close relationship with his father.When his call was answered, he immediately started, “Hi, Mr. Kent, it’s me, Clinton, Clinton Tucker. I have some problems in the redevelopment zone…”He illustrated the matter all over again.The man at the other end of the line cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “Clinton, he is Bill’s guy, and Bill is Don Albert’s guy, I think you’d better not get involved in this matter.”Clinton asked in confusion, “Don’t you want to do something about it?”“You should know Don Albert’s status in this city, it’s not within my control.”Clinton was a little flustered by the response that he said, sounding panicked, “Can’t you do me a favor and talk to him for a
As Scarface turned his head and stumbled upon Charlie, he was puzzled at first, and then suddenly, his expression had a drastic change! He was extremely shocked and quickly knelt on the floor!Before anyone could regain their composure, Scarface threw away the knife, started slapping himself, and cried, “Mr. Wade, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were here, I’m terribly sorry!”Charlie was taken aback by the sudden shift in reaction. “Do you know me?”Scarface nodded profusely and said, “Yes, Mr. Wade, Bill is my boss, I saw you the other day at Heaven Springs…”Charlie was suddenly enlightened. Interesting.It was Bill, Don Albert’s man, who had tormented Gerald and Harold at the Heaven Springs the other day. This man was Bill’s guy.No wonder he was so afraid of him.Even Don Albert’s legs went jelly when he saw Charlie, let alone the guy of his guy…Everyone was shocked by the scene! Lily had her mouth agape as well!They couldn’t understand why a fierce gangster, who just
Claire was very curious about the series of strange events that had happened today.First was the car racing incident. Why was Charlie’s BMW 520 twice as fast as Clinton’s 540?Second, the ancient painting that was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars!Third, how and why did Charlie know the people of the underworld? Not to mention how polite and respectful they were towards him.On their way home, Charlie provided some explanation about the whole string of events.Firstly, the BMW 520 was a test drive car that was modified by the showroom in order to make buyers mistakenly believe that the model was very powerful.Claire didn’t know much about cars, so she believed him.Secondly, he explained about the painting when they were at the restaurant. He had bought it at a low price from an acquaintance out of courtesy and he gave it to Douglas as a gift as a token of affection.However, the matter about Scarface was a bit tricky. He had to find a solid and believable explanation t
Claire frowned in confusion. Was this where Charlie had booked their anniversary dinner tonight?She couldn’t help but ask suspiciously, “You’re not bluffing, are you?”Charlie chuckled gleefully. “Of course, not!”Then, he continued, “I made a reservation a few days ago. Let’s go in and check if you don’t believe me.”Claire shook her head. Charlie had never once deceived her after being married for three years, especially not on such an important day as today. So she said, “Nah, I believe you.”She tilted her head curiously and asked, “Did you reserve the seat in the Sky Garden? There’s some VIP guy who booked the whole place for today, right?”Charlie quickly explained, “The seat I reserved is next to the Sky Garden, it happens to have a view of the inside of the garden. We can peep to see who on earth booked the place later! What do you think?”Claire giggled. “I’m not such a busybody like you are!”Then, they walked into Shangri-La Hotel.As when they were waiting for the
With a faint smile, Helena said, "Maybe it's for your sake that Mr. Wade saved your father. After all, you are his friend. It's normal for him to help his friend's sick father, isn't it?" Julie was like a bear with a sore head. Shaking and pointing at Helena with trembling fingers, he roared, "I would have believed it had it been anyone else, but I don't believe Charlie! I'm sure he was the reason why my dad had a stroke!" Helena smiled and said, "As an objective third party, I don't think there's anything wrong with Mr. Wade. The main reason your father had a stroke was because the Four-Sided Treasure Tower suddenly returned to Oskia. But if I remember correctly, you were the one who sent the tower out of New York, right?" Julien was so shocked that the blood drained from his face. He quickly waved his hands, panicked, and whispered, "Your Majesty, you must not say that!" Helena shrugged slightly and said, "Am I wrong? I seem to remember that it was your helicopter that carrie
Julien was completely overwhelmed at this moment, but Harrison, having already heard Helena speak highly of Julien, felt a mix of gratitude and guilt toward him. He didn't suspect that Julien harbored any rebellious thoughts. Seeing Julien looking completely devastated, Harrison thought Julien was simply too emotional. He quickly stepped forward, gave him a hug, and patted his shoulder, beaming, "My good son, thank you! Thank you for everything you've done for me!" Julien, being hugged by Harrison, leaned on Harrison's shoulder and looked at Helena with red eyes, his eyes full of doubt. With a faint smile, Helena said, "Mr. Rothschild, I'll take my leave now so as not to interrupt your sweet moment with your son. I have some other business to tend to." "Come on, Julien. See Her Majesty off!" Harrison instantly urged. Julien thought, 'Oh, great! I was just looking for an opportunity to ask her what's going on!' Hence, he quickly replied, "Okay, Dad! I'll see Her Majesty off.
'Even if he actively participated in the best rehabilitation in the world, he would only be able to recover slightly better than he is now. It would be God's blessing if he could recover to the point where he could walk with crutches!' As he thought of this, Julien turned his head to look at the attending physician, his face full of confusion and bewilderment. In fact, the attending physician was even more baffled. He felt as if his whole brain and spine had been fried at the same time. He felt as if all his years of medical training had been for nothing. In his whole career, over half a lifetime in medicine, he had never seen someone just recover from a stroke and immediately get up and walk around effortlessly. More importantly, Harrison was now politely chatting with the queen, gesturing animatedly, speaking fluently, and looking full of energy—more lively than even he was! All the doctor could do was nudge his glasses, astonished, confused, yet delighted, exclaiming
After confirming the receipt of 20 billion dollars, Helena smiled at Harrison and said, "I've received the money, Mr. Rothschild. Thank you for your generous payment. It's been a pleasure working with you. I'll be returning to Northern Europe in a couple of days, and I hope your AI team will arrive there at the same time." "Of course, Your Majesty!" Harrison immediately responded. "I'll have them prepare right away and head over as soon as possible to take care of the preliminary planning and arrangements." While Helena was successfully selling the Healing Pill for 60 billion dollars plus a set of AI models, Julien, who was 20 meters away from the door, and Royce, who had just arrived, anxiously watched the time. In his view, the meeting between Harrison and Helena was taking a bit too long. It wasn't that he had any objection to their meeting. He was just worried it might delay the upcoming family meeting. After all, the meeting was set to start promptly at ten, and that mome
Helena waved her hand dismissively. "You don't have to. As you mentioned, procuring the hardware for the AI models comes with its own costs. I'd rather take a loss myself than let you suffer. After all, you're already of such an age, and having had a stroke once before. If you end up losing something and it affects your mood, leading to a relapse, wouldn't that make me the bad guy?" "No, no, no!" Harrison, ignoring the subtle mockery, hurried over to Helena with great urgency and reassured, almost desperately, "Buying the hardware for Your Majesty is something we should do. Please accept it." As he said it, he lamented with regret, "Your Highness, I'm old, and my mindset is molded in the conservative mode because of decades of experience, and bargaining is one of them. Nevertheless, please rest assured that we will never again bargain when doing business with you." After experiencing the powerful effect of the Healing Pill, Harrison keenly realized that the pill must be a life-sa
Harrison immediately caught the implication in her words and, with a smile, said, "Your Majesty, you are truly a brilliant negotiator. I've never seen someone so young yet able to control the pace of negotiations so skillfully! With you at the helm, the Nordic royal family is sure to soar to new heights!" Helena smiled and said, "You think too highly of me. I can control the rhythm well because I have a good mentor." "I wonder who your mentor is?" Harrison asked curiously. "I would like to meet him if there is a chance." Helena said lightly, "My mentor prefers to act with a low profile and isn't fond of the vanity that comes with fame, but I believe that you will have the opportunity to meet him in the future." "That would be wonderful!" Harrison replied with a beam. Helena then said, "It's getting late. I'll take my leave now." Harrison nodded. As he saw Helena turn to leave, he remembered something and hurriedly called after her, "Hold on, Your Majesty!" "Yes, Mr. Roths
Seeing Harrison with his head down in deep thought, Helena knew he definitely wouldn't follow the original plan to pass the position of family head to Julien. Sure enough, Harrison lifted his head with a chuckle and said, "Your Majesty, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come to New York and attend my family meeting to establish the heir. Your presence truly brings us great honor!" Feigning a surprised expression, Helena asked, "Aren't we going to announce Julien's succession today? Why have you changed your mind?" Harrison waved her off and, with a slightly embarrassed smile, said, "Plans can't keep up with changes, and changes always outpace plans. Until this morning, I never imagined I could regain my health. Don't you think so?" Helena smiled slightly. "Your recovery is partly due to Julien's devotion, which seems to have touched God himself." Despite what she said, she couldn't help mumbling under her breath, "Harrison really did change his mind,
The wealth of the Rothschild family had long been beyond the estimation or calculation of outsiders. Over the years, they had made both visible and hidden investments in countless fields. All offshore companies registered in the Cayman Islands and the British Virgin Islands, as long as they remained unlisted, were not required to disclose shareholder information. Among them were numerous companies in which the Rothschild family held shares or even controls. The true value of these holdings was impossible to verify. Even for listed companies, shareholder information was only disclosed in the primary market. The secondary market was bought and held through various channels that were impossible to count. In addition, the Rothschild family had investments in real estate, energy, mining, transportation, and other areas around the world. It could be said that any industry that was at the forefront of the trend could make enormous wealth. In colonial times, Britain was known as the em
Since both Harrison and Helena had reached an agreement, Helena took out a pen and amended the details of the contract. The whole process was recorded, and coupled with Helena's identity as the Nordic Queen and the high traffic on the internet, she was not at all worried that Harrison would go back on his word. After the two sides agreed on the terms of the contract, Harrison wrote his name on the contract, and then the two sides exchanged agreements, and the contract was officially in effect. After everything was settled, Helena put the contract away, turned off the video recording on her phone, and beamed, "It's been a pleasure working together, Mr. Rothschild!" Harrison hastily asked, "Y-Your Majesty, can you please give me the pill now?" "Of course." Helena handed him the pill swiftly and said, "Even though my family doesn't have a lot of money, we always attach great importance to the spirit of the contract." Harrison stretched out his trembling hand and took the pill.