Chapter 286 The Dylan

Daniel's words left Nathan stunned. Two fifty-year-old vodkas, given away as gifts? His generosity knew no limits, considering each bottle could fetch over two million dollars!

Turning to Oliver with a grin plastered on his face, Nathan asked, "Hey Oliver, would you sell me that bottle of fifty-year vodka?"

"Not for sale! That's a gift from my granddaughter's boyfriend—I'm saving it. I'll crack it open on the day she gets married. As for the one we’ve opened, let's enjoy it today. Nathan, you've come all this way; I can spare you a glass. But just one—this drink is too precious for more."

Oliver had Brittany fetch the glasses. One for each person, he poured out the vodka, then took the unopened bottle to store away.

Suddenly, a group barged into Oliver's home. The ringleader was Dylan Hayes, also known as The Dylan, the boss of DeepOre Ventures and the kingpin of River County. Everyone knew when The Dylan stomped his foot, River County shook with an earthquake—that was the measure of his power.

"Trash this place!" With Dylan's command, his cronies flipped tables and scattered the feast across the floor.

The party had been going on for over an hour, and most guests had their fill, so no one was left hungry amidst the chaos.

Daniel stood frozen, trying to grasp what was happening. Had Brittany offended some mob boss who dared to disrupt her grandfather's birthday bash?

Oliver, furious, demanded, "Dylan, what's the meaning of this?"

led the townsfolk to my coal mine, blocking operations, right? And you dared to report me for environmental pollution of Greenfield? After ruining my business, you have the gall to celebrate your eightieth birthday with no respect for

forward. She had lost a squabble to Brittany

Mason, she asked, "Honey, can you

and knew it wouldn't be easy. Why did her grandfather have to provoke The Dylan, who viewed the coal mine as

couldn't admit defeat, especially

fished a cigar from

grandfather has impacted your mining business. Let me apologize on

Chapter 286 The Dylan

words left Nathan stunned. Two fifty-year-old vodkas, given away as gifts? His generosity knew no limits, considering each bottle could fetch over two million

grin plastered on his face, Nathan asked, "Hey Oliver, would you

one we’ve

the glasses. One for each person, he poured out the vodka, then took the

Ventures and the kingpin

place!" With Dylan's command, his cronies flipped tables and scattered the feast across the

and most guests had their fill, so no one was left

happening. Had Brittany offended some mob boss who

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