LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Skyhowl was naturally a business under Jun Chester’s name. It had been established for seven years. That is to say, it was a business that Jun Chester had established in the capital before he returned to Dirtmouth. Over the years, it had been managed by Jun Chester’s cousin. Her name was Theresa Hale. People gave her the nickname, “The Black Pearl of the Capital.” She had grown up with Jun Chester and had lived next to Iris until she was seven before returning to the capital. Jun Chester always called her “Little Black Girl.”

After many years, the Little Black Girl had become a leading figure in the Lordran business world. A business prodigy. In just seven years, she had used Jun Chester’s connections in Lordran to transform Skyhowl into one of the most powerful corporations. They did all sorts of business, from aerospace materials to the entire petroleum industry chain. Even the arms business of Lordran!

Peter Alston, who was on the phone with Jun Chester, was also well-known in Lordran’s business world. Chief professor at the Capital University Business School. He had once built an internet company that ranked among the world’s top 500 in just three years. His personal wealth was enough to ensure carefree lives for ten generations. However, two years ago, after a mere ten-minute conversation with Theresa Hale, Peter Alston had sold his world-top-500 company and became a middle manager at a Skyhowl subsidiary. After two years of hard work, he finally became the general manager of the Skyhowl Dirtmouth branch.

However, because Peter Alston had kept a very low profile in these two years, hardly anyone knew where he was. Anne Cobb had once taken Peter Alston’s class. She had always regarded Peter Alston as a good mentor and friend in business. Otherwise, Anne Cobb would not have become the president of Cobb Real Estate at such a young age.

Anne Cobb drove a Porsche to Hill Grandsilk. According to the information she had, Peter Alston was coming to Dirtmouth to personally oversee the Lordran National College project. She believed that Peter Alston must be the real boss of Skyhowl. Otherwise, who else in Lordran had the ability to build Skyhowl into its current scale in just seven years?

As the car slowly stopped, the scenery of Hill Grandsilk suddenly came into Anne Cobb’s view. She smiled slightly in the car, her captivating eyes shimmering with a mesmerizing light, and her lips slightly parted.

“This place is really good,” she said. “If I can buy the villa on the top of the mountain today and give it to Mr. Alston, he will definitely love it.”

The secretary driving in front also smiled. “It is said that the initial investment of the Lordran National College project alone is more than 50 billion. Mr. Alston from Skyhowl is leading this project. You give him a villa worth over a billion. Compared with the entire Lordran business world, no one can match you!”

Although Anne Cobb was full of confidence, she still had a trace of worry and shook her head. “We still need to be cautious about Riordan Wells. Although Riordan Wells is not as strong as we are in real estate construction, we are now buying a house on his turf. Look at me for the actions. Money is not a problem, the key is to see if Riordan Wells let go.”

The secretary gave a faint smile. “Okay, President Cobb.”

Anne Cobb closed her eyes to steady her mind before ordering, “Let’s go in.”

Unexpectedly, just as the secretary drove the car to the gate of House Grandsilk, the security stopped the way. “Private residential area, please show your entry proof.”

Anne Cobb in the car was slightly stunned. A private residential area? Sold out? How could that be?

At this moment, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan worth about 8 million slowly drove up from behind. Sitting in the car was Jun Chester’s mother-in-law, Carol. She had just gone shopping. She didn’t need to go shopping herself. But she insisted on going herself, saying she wanted to make fish for Jun Chester.

Carol was thinking, after her son-in-law and daughter got married, should they consider having a second or third child? Carol was now in her prime, and if her son-in-law and daughter gave birth to three or four more children, she could take care of them.

Seeing a car blocking the way in front, Carol grumbled, “What’s going on? Are they going in or out? My fish is almost out of breath. I need to get home and kill it fresh.”

Don, the driver in front, honked the horn. Anne Cobb in the Porsche was irritated and urged her secretary, “Get out of the car and ask, how could this place become a private residential area? I saw it wasn’tsold a while ago!”

The secretary got out of the car. Carol in the Cullinan behind was grumbling again, “This is too much trouble. I have to get out of the car and feed the fish to the security guard. If it dies, it won’t be fresh!”

As she spoke, Carol got out of the car. When she passed the car in front, Anne Cobb happened to see Carol. She had only seen her in photos and didn’t recognize her for a moment. But as Carol turned her head and glanced at Anne Cobb sitting in the back seat, she exclaimed in surprise, “Oh, Anne? You’re Anne, right?”

Anne Cobb looked blankly at the rich old lady in front of her, wearing all branded clothes, all limited editions, and asked in confusion, “You are?”

Carol laughed heartily. “Me? I’m your aunt. Oh, right, you weren’t born when I married your uncle.”

“Why are you here?”

Anne Cobb’s face turned sour as she looked Carol up and down. “Ha, how could you be Carol?”NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Carol took out her ID card and handed it over, trying to explain, “It’s really me, oh my, we’re at the doorstep, why not go in?”

As she spoke, Carol suddenly realized something and quickly told the security guard, “Timmy, this is my niece. Please open the door quickly. Oh, and take care of my fish. I’ll have someone come and fetch it in a bit. It’s hot outside, and the fish has been suffocating in the bag all the way, almost dead!”

The security guard was startled and quickly took the fish from Carol, meanwhile opening the gate.

Anne Cobb was stunned as she looked at Carol’s ID card, then at Carol herself, her face incredulous. “You, you live here?”

Carol couldn’t help but be overjoyed. “Just moved in, my son-in-law bought the house.”

Anne Cobb felt a chill run down her spine and muttered to herself, “What a nouveau riche!”

“How old is the man Lyvia married to be able to live in a place like House Grandsilk?”

With that thought, Anne Cobb casually threw Carol’s ID card back, saying indifferently, “I’m here to buy a house, I don’t have time to visit your home. If you want to get close to me, go to the villa on the mountaintop, I’m going there to see the house.”

With that, Anne Cobb raised the car window. Carol was dumbfounded.

At this time, Anne Cobb’s secretary had returned to the car and drove into House Grandsilk. Anne Cobb urged, “Drive faster, get to the mountaintop villa as fast as possible, I don’t want to see that woman!”

The secretary smiled. “No problem, what kind of place is the mountaintop villa? When we go to see the house, there will definitely be a gatekeeper there, and we can stop her by then.”

At the same time, Jun Chester was playing chess with Rod Smith at the gate of the mountaintop villa. Peter Alston had arrived. He came by helicopter and was currently serving tea to Jun Chester.