Making Millions With The Eyes Of God by Eric Gus

Looking at her parents ridiculing Charlie, Claire sighed and said, "Dad, Mom, don't blame Charlie for this. It was my idea, I just don't want our family to be looked down on anymore. Haven't we suffered enough all these years?"

Claire's mother blurted, "But still, you can't take on such a task. It's not just you-even if your grandma goes in person, they wouldn't entertain her!"

Charlie managed a bitter smile as he watched the bickering. He bet that his snobbish in-laws would never believe that he was the real owner of Emgrand Group.

At this exact moment, there was a knock on the door.

"I'm coming..."

Elaine heaved a distressing sigh as she walked to the door and opened it.

Charlie shifted his gaze to the door and saw a young man donning an Armani suit standing at the door.

The man looked very charming and alluring with a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, which seemed to be worth at least four million dollars.

Elaine shrieked excitedly, "Hey, Wendell! Why are you here?"

The man was Wendell Jones, the young man of the

had been

Emgrand Group, so I'm here to give her

looking adoringly at her son-in-law.

why didn't you tell me anything about this? This is huge. Anyway, don't worry, my family has

influential as he claimed to be, but he was simply trying to win Claire's heart by saying

so she said indifferently, "Wendell, I appreciate your kind offer, but no thanks, I'll find a way

and generous enough to pay you a visit and help

can you help Claire? Emgrand Group is so big and I don't think you're much of an influence to them, right? And now you claim that you have

The Jones family and Emgrand Group have always been cooperating partners for years. This time, our family can get at least one-third of their two billion dollar project! Until then, I'll ask my father to allocate ten million dollars as a subcontract to

the Jones

in

piece of advice. A frog in the well like you had better leave Claire now. A hopeless man like you can't bring her happiness, you'll only be

Mr. Jones, I don't need your help and

said in disbelief, "Claire, I'm helping you, why are you

a serious tone, "He's not

gloomy cloud hovered over Wendell's face. He growled furiously, "Okay! You asked for it, do as you please! I want to see how you're going to solve this problem! Don't come crying at me

Wendell turned around, slammed the