Coolest Girl in Town

Right as Stenson entered, he walked up to a guest and gave him a couple of solid pats, upsetting the guest.

However, Stenson made nothing of it and even downed the entire glass of the guest's liquor. After putting the glass down, Stenson wiped the wine stuck on his beard like a barbarian.

For a moment, awkwardness filled the atmosphere.

None welcomed him.

Of course, Stenson wasn't oblivious to it. He just didn't care. His gaze was filled with nothing but ridicule and contempt, for he believed the bunch of Cittadelians posed no threat to him.

After sweeping his gaze across the room, he eventually landed his eyes on Alexander.

"You must be Mr. Alexander Griffith, the founder of Cittadel's Smith Co. You sure are a fine man. I like you. What do you say we be friends?"

Alexander naturally had no plans to interact with the Hellen Family when Stenson wasn't on the guest list.

Stenson, on the other hand, wanted to see if Alexander would show him due respect when he approached Alexander without being solicited.

Better to make another friend than a foe. Alexander raised his glass in the air, not wanting to stir up problems. "I had actually planned on personally visiting you later, Mr. Stenson. Since it's fated that we meet today, here's a glass for you. I look forward to being under your care, Mr. Stenson."

As ever-changing as the rules were in a business social engagement, the core principles remained—those who drank more were ultimately less superior.

he was younger, Alexander would never have given a damn about scoundrels like Stenson. But he has a family now, and he has to think about the consequences of his every action.

I happen to have a good chance for you. I have a batch of top-quality flour with me. Word is that Smith Co. has subsidiaries all across Cittadel. The way I

but a lingo of the underworld. Something shady like

a few dealings that exploited legal loopholes. However, they stood by one principle—no prostitution and pornography,

from his split-second stump, Alexander put the glass down on the table. It wasn't a

about it. Cittadel is a large market, and if one-third of the people

a typical ungenuine smile. "Of course, it's tempting. Given that I can live to spend the money, that is. If even a family as impressive as the Hellens can't expand their business toward Cittadel, how can I, a defenseless businessman,

Stenson stood up grimly with his arms akimbo

an exaggeration, Mr. Stenson," said Alexander, unruffled. "I just want to

on

to be agreeable." Alexander tucked his smile away and brought

males bore into each other as the atmosphere

enough of it, Camren, who remained silent all this while, stepped in. "Stenson, everyone here is well aware of this 'flour' you're selling. Don't trouble us when we haven't messed with you. You do your business, and we do ours. I suggest you don't

federal government protection. If Stenson dared lay a finger on

Hellens weren't afraid of being arrested, but they feared losing business. All in all, they still dreaded

Stenson to

his gaze across the room before sneering all of a sudden. "Well, well. It seems that everyone who had turned me down is here. I was wondering why Alexander Griffith is so ​​emboldened. So, you two are backing him up, eh? I bet this

world is against him, but in actuality,

are you rambling about, you old bag?!" exploded Stenson as he

ramble to myself?!" Napoleon made nothing of the

he is? The king of the world? Huh, nothing but a heartless profiteer that makes money by leeching on other people! What right does he think he has to raise his voice