Making Millions With The Eyes Of God

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Inside the Wyatt Bar…

The music was deafening. Men and women danced frantically in the center, losing themselves in the rhythmn, fully expressing their personalities and passions.

The private booths were filled with young people chatting and drinking. However, due to the loud music, their voices were drowned out, forcing them to lean in close in order to be heard.

Yet, even amidst the chaos and the roaring music of the bar, there was someone who could make everyone forget the noise. and the surroundings.

Someone was so captivating that she held the gaze of many, leaving them utterly entranced.

Seated in one of the booths wearing a long white dress was Juline, a natural beauty whose features resembled those of a

famous star.

Holding a glass of red wine, her lips taking delicate sips, she was the epitome of grace.

In this kaleidoscope of a bar, she stood out like an untainted flower.

Her elegance and beauty were unmatched by the flamboyantly dressed women gyrating on the dance floor.

Many self–proclaimed wealthy and handsome men approached, drinks in hand, hoping to strike up a conversation with her. However, every one of them was intercepted by a fierce–looking middle– aged man with a scar on his face.

“Have you lost your minds?” he growled, his eyes sharp like a leopard’s. “Daring to approach the woman Mr. Wyatt fancies

His intimidating presence and mention of the influential Wyatt family sent waves of fear through the men. They quickly backed off, apologizing profusely.

After that, no one dared approach Juline’s booth.

Even when they stole glances at Juline, they did so furtively, avoiding a direct gaze.

Their fear originated from the scarred middle–aged man. He was none other than Leopold, the elite internal force martialist of the Wyatt family, responsible for the security at the Wyatt Bar.

In fact, he was regarded as the most formidable martialist in the bar,

A name everyone knew, a figure everyone feared.

Hence, even the unruliest and arrogant young men, upon spotting Leopold, would immediately straighten up and respectfully greet him as “Mr. Leopold“.

Aside from his position as the top martialist in the bar, what made people even more way was the fact that he had mentioned Juline as being the woman Mr. Wyatt fancied.

Karl Wyatt was a prodigious martialist from Blade Gate.

Who would dare to make a move on his woman?

Unless they had a death wish.

After sending the intruders away with his warning. Leopold headed to a nearby booth.

Seated there were Karl, Benny, and a few young martialists wearing the Blade Gate uniform..

Senling down on the booth’s sofa, Leopold’turned to Karl and said respectfully, “Mr. Wyatt, Miss Gellar won’t be disturbed any further.”

Karl nodded..

Indeed, Leopold had intervened, stopping those who wanted to approach Juline, at Karl’s behest.

Karl didn’t want it to be this way; he had hoped that Juline would sit in the same booth as him.

But Juline had mentioned wanting to drink alone, without anyone bothering her.

Hence, Karl and Juline ended up sitting separately.

Karl felt a bitter taste in his heart.

He had trained at Blade Gate for years and had known Juline for equally as long. Over time, seeing her day in and day out, he had fallen for her, a junior with unparalleled beauty and grace.

But Juline never showed any romantic feelings for him.

She had always seen him as just a senior brother.

However, the entire Blade Gate knew of Karl’s affection for Juline.

Even his grandfather had mentioned discussing their potential marriage with the leader of Blade Gate.

Moreover, the leader seemed quite pleased with Karl and appeared willing to betroth his daughter, Juline, to him.

So even if Karl knew that Juline didn’t hold romantic feelings for him right now, he wouldn’t give up.

He believed that one day, she would be moved and fall in love with him.

Pushing aside his lingering sadness, Karl turned his attention to Benny and asked, “Benny, didn’t you say you were meeting Gilmore here at the bar at 8 o’clock? Why hasn’t he shown up yet?”

“Karl, from the tone of our phone call, it sounded like he was eager to meet for drinks. I don’t think he’d stand me up.” Benny replied loudly, trying to be heard over the booming music.

Karl nodded.

Then, he glanced at Leopold and said, “Keep an eye on the entrance. If Gilmore shows up, see if he’s brought anyone from Star Gate with him.”

“Yes, Mr. Wyatt,” Leopold responded.

He then took out his phone and sent a message, presumably to someone outside, secretly waiting for Gilmore’s arrival.

Inside the bar, the music was deafening, and the atmosphere was lively.

As the minutes ticked by, Karl glanced at his phone, where the time read 8:10.

Yet there was still no sign of Gilmore in the bar.

“Ding” At that moment, Leopold’s phone screen lit up with a new message.

He quickly checked it and said with urgency to Karl, ‘Mr. Wyatt, our men outside report that Gilmore has arrived.

“He’s brought three members of Star Gate with him”

A smirk crept onto Karl’s face. “So, Gilmore really thinks he’s above everyone.

“He dares to come here accompanied by only three Star Gate martialists? Does he think our Wyatt family is a joke?”

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Benny, with a hint of mockery on his face, remarked, “Karl, we might have overestimated this guy. He seems nothing more than a clueless and arrogant kid.”

Karl said with a nod, “While he might come off as an overconfident fool, he could still be of great use to us. We’ll proceed as planned.”

“Understood!” both Leopold and Benny chorused.

Just then, Benny spotted a few individuals entering the bar. Leading them was Gilmore.

He quickly alerted Karl “He’s here. I’ll approach him now”

But Karl stopped him, saying, “No rush. Let’s just watch him for a bit. Let’s see if he’s truly the arrogant fool we believe him to be.”

So Benny stayed put.

The reason Karl wanted to observe Gilmore was that this was his first time laying eyes on him.

Although he had heard about Gilmore from Benny, seeing is believing, after all.

So he decided to watch Gilmore discreetly to get a sense of the kind of person he was.

Gilmore, accompanied by three Star Gate martialists, entered the bustling bar filled with both men and women.

He approached the bar counter and chose a seat.

The trio of Star Cate martialists took up stools beside him.

Gilmore ordered four glasses of whiskey from the bartender.

One was for him, and the rest were for his companions.

“It’s rare for you guys to join me at a bar. Let’s have a drink! Whatever you guys drink tonight, it’s on me,” Gilmore told the Star Gate trio.

With gratitude, they responded, “Thank you, Mr. Reed” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

The bartender placed the four glasses of whiskey in front of Gilmore and the martialists, saying. “Enjoy your drinks, gentlemen!”