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

family who had

and said, "Auntie, I heard about Claire's negotiation with the Emgrand Group, so I'm here to give her some ideas." "Wow, you really are our

son-in-law. She quickly welcomed him into the house and said," Wendell, could

me anything about this? This is huge. Anyway, don't worry, my

claimed to be, but he was simply trying to win

along, so she said indifferently, "Wendell, I appreciate your kind offer, but

Mr. Jones is kind and generous enough to pay you a visit and help you, how could

help Claire? Emgrand Group is so big and I don't think you're much of an

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

"Wow! I didn't know that the Jones family has such an intimate relationship with Emgrand

in Aurous Hill knows about

advice. A frog in the well like you had better leave Claire now. A hopeless man

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

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

tone, "He's

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

Wendell turned around, slammed