Making Millions With The Eyes Of God by Eric Gus

Charlie opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he shut his mouth and walked out of the restaurant when he looked at Claire's enraged face.

How dare the boss of a small company be so brazen in front of him? He had decided to go all out with his luck, hadn't he?

Claire even had to tiptoe around that b*stard! Didn't she know that her husband was the most powerful of them all?

Right at this moment, he wanted to reveal his true identity to Claire so desperately. He wanted her to know that she didn't have to worry about their future and that she didn't need to be bullied and tormented b y a lowly boss of a mediocre company.

However, he held back the words that came to his lips.

Exposing his identity would mean that he had officially accepted the Wade family and would return to their embrace.

No, he didn't want to go back.

Standing outside the restaurant, Charlie looked up toward the second floor, and then retrieved his phone and called Stephen, the Wade family's butler.

"Check the background and details of the Millenium Enterprise, and also their clients and their recent

projects."

courteous voice resonated from the other end of the line. "Young Master, Millennium Enterprise's major clients are mostly small businesses

was nothing but a nobody who ate the scraps off

wanted to laugh

knew that he was his 'daddy' who basically supported the foundation of his

said to Stephen,

may I help

collaborations with the company. I'm

the company piss you off in some way? Do you want me to deal with its boss directly? I can make him disappear into thin air

are so many ways other than killing and fighting. How can he feel the pain if you kill him, anyway? No, I want him to go bankrupt and

life for the

me a few minutes, I'll get

Stephen, making Millenium Enterprise go bankrupt

cocky dog, mumbling something. He was probably cursing him right now. He sat on the side of the road and waited lazily

in a normal T-shirt and jeans, looked like an ordinary passerby that no one would bat an eye at. However,

continual bowing and apologizing to Peter

the restaurant, Peter's face still flushed and aching

that loser husband of yours for your