Making Millions With The Eyes Of God

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In the grand hall of the villa, hundreds of elites and celebrities all turned their gaze towards the entrance.

Amidst their stares, Norman, dressed in a neat suit with meticulously combed silver–grey hair, walked in with the aid of a

cane.

Beside him were two other men.

One was Lawrence, bald with a long white beard, dressed in a robe.

The other was Clive, a robust man built like a bull.

Almost everyone in the hall was curious, except for Gilmore. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

They all wondered about the identities of Lawrence and Clive.

Although they were unsure of who Lawrence and Clive were, the fact that Norman personally accompanied them indicated. their significant status.

Gilmore, who had just finished a dance, showed no surprise upon seeing Lawrence and his son.

Thanks to his God’s Eye, he had foreseen their appearance at the party.

Thus, he wasn’t surprised at all.

Moreover, with his strength, Lawrence posed no threat to him.

At that moment, standing beside him, Christine whispered to Gilmore, “Gilmore, who is that old man in the robe?”

“He is Lawrence Ray. The man beside him, who looks as strong as a bull, is his son, Clive Ray, Gilmore replied softly. Upon hearing Gilmore describe Clive as looking like a bull, Christine couldn’t help but chuckle.

Gilmore looked at her. “Did I say something wrong?”

Christine shook her head with a smile, “No, you’re right!”

At that moment, Norman, accompanied by Lawrence and his son, approached Denton with a smile and introduced. Lawrence to him, “Mr. Ray, this is the head of the Carter family, Denton Carter.”

Then, Norman introduced Lawrence to Denton, “Mr. Denton Carter, this is the top master in forearm block of the Black Hawks from Sunsbury, Mr. Lawrence Ray.”

Upon hearing Norman’s words, not only did many of the elites in the hall express their astonishment, but even Denton looked slightly surprised.

While many might not have heard of Lawrence Ray, many were familiar with the Black Hawks.

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Regaining his composure, Denton extended his hand and said, am pleased to meet you, Mr. Ray

Lawrence, with a poker face, shook Denton’s land. “Mr. Carter, the pleasure is mine.”

Denton’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, a subtle change in his eyes that went unnoticed by others.

He felt a surge of internal mana when Lawrence’s palm gripped his.

Lawrence seemed to harbor ill intentions towards him secreily.

Denton immediately realized that Lawrence might be more of a foe than a friend.

Yet, it was his first time meeting Lawrence, and he believed he had never wronged him in the past.

It was strange for Lawrence to confront him right off the bat.

This was a bit too presumptuous.

Thus, anger bubbled within Denton, and he immediately exerted his internal mana.

To onlookers, the two appeared to be shaking hands, their grip growing tighter as if they were old friends.

In reality, they were secretly competing in a test of their internal mana.

It’s a pleasure to meet you today, Mr. Ray

“Mr. Carter, the feeling is mutual.”

“Mr. Ray, you must have had a long journey from Sunsbury’s Black Hawks to Oakhaven.”

“Not at all. It was quite smooth.”

“What brings you to Oakhaven, Mr. Ray?”

“Nothing special, just looking for someone in Oakhaven.”

“May I ask who Mr. Ray is looking for?”

“Coincidentally, Mr. Carter, you know this person.”

The two exchanged pleasantries, seeming like old friends catching up

However, only Denton and Lawrence knew that while they chatted, their hands never ceased their competition.

Their faces showed signs of strain due to the exertion of internal mana, their speech became labored, and their breathing slightly rapid.

Denton, being slightly less skilled, even began to perspire.

Now, no matter how friendly their conversation seemed, everyone in the hall noticed something was amiss.

They thought, “Why would they shake hands for so long and so tightly? It looked more like an arm wrestle.

And why was there sweat–on Denton’s forehead?”

Similarly, when Gilmore saw the sweat on Denton’s forehead, he realized that Denton’s internal mana was not as profound

as Lawrence’s.

If the contest continued, Denton would surely sustain internal injuries.

So, Gilmore stepped forward from the crowd and called out to Clive, “Isn’t this Clive from Vista Verde?

“Weren’t you in jail?

“How did you end up in Oakhaven?

“Oh, I get it. You must have escaped from jail!”

Upon hearing this, not only did Clive turn to look at Gilmore, but Lawrence, who was competing with Denton, also immediately set his gaze on Gilmore.

Recognizing Gilmore instantly, Clive’s eyes blazed with fury, pointing at him. “Gilmore Reed, you crippled my martial arts and got me imprisoned. Today, I’ll kill you!”

Lawrence suddenly withdrew his hand from his contest with Denton, stepping in to block the furious Clive, who was intent on confronting Gilmore,

He then said to Clive, “Clive, stand aside for now.”

Although Clive was itching to take on Gilmore immediately, he complied with his father’s command and stepped aside.

Seeing Gilmore step forward, Norman and Thomas exchanged glances from a distance, a hint of malice flashing in their

eyes.

They thought, “Is Gilmore really putting himself in the line of fire?

This is going to be quite the show.”

Lawrence fixed a piercing gaze on Gilmore, ‘Are you Gilmore Reed?”

Gilmore nodded, “Baldy, are you looking for me?”

Upon hearing Gilmore address him as Baldy, Lawrence’s face muscles twitched in anger, and fury flashed in his

eyes.

“I am Lawrence Ray, the senior external disciple of the Black Hawks!”

Gilmore responded indifferently, “I thought you shaved your head for some profound cultivation reason.”

Lawrence trembled slightly with anger. He was a person of high status, yet Gilmore addressed him as Baldy.

It was evident he was struggling to contain his fury.

“Why, at such a young age, did you ruthlessly cripple my son Clive’s martial arts?” Lawrence asked with a piercing gaze and a

cold tone.

Gilmore shrugged. “You should ask your son about that. The day left the Horizon Group building, he wanted to kill me for

no reason.

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“Even if he wanted to kill me, he should’ve practiced his martial arts more. I knocked him down with a single punch. With such pathetic skills, he wanted to kill? It’s really embarrassing.”

After saying this, Gilmore looked at Clive with a disdainful expression.

Upon hearing this, Clive nearly passed out of anger and humiliation.

He felt that Gilmore had insulted him to the extreme.

This was totally slandering him! Was his strength really that bad

Similarly, upon hearing Gilmore’s words belittling Clive, Lawrence trembled with rage and shouted, “Gilmore Reed, hold your tongue!”