Life at the Top

Jasper listened to the slightly startled greeting that came from the other end of the phone and laughed. “Mr. Langdon, are you free to make a trip to Waterhoof City? Let’s discuss a big business that could earn you a conservative estimate of at least one billion dollars. How does that sound?”

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Thompson Golf Course in Harbor City.

A gold golf ball formed a gorgeous arc mid-air before rolling into a golf hole cup 30 meters away.

“You’re amazing, Mr. Atticus!” A gorgeous woman dressed in tight golf apparel praised Fabian.

Fabian let out a nonchalant smile. He had clearly grown accustomed to such flattery as he said in a lackadaisical manner, “That’s what you said last night too. I’ve always been amazing.”

The woman’s delicate face flushed as she protested coquettishly, “Oh, stop it, Mr. Atticus!”

While walking back to the teeing area, Fabian asked the middle-aged man who was holding his golf clubs for him, playing the role of his caddy.

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man hurried forward and replied reverently, “It has been executed, Mr. Atticus. ICBS’ headquarters got back to us today. They have officially sent out the letter of rejection

have no idea what Jasper Laine is

still clueless as to who has ruined

you’re doing is ingenious, Mr. Atticus. He might not even know that he has offended you even after all

didn’t offend me, nor does he have the right to offend me.

hate the Laines, or anyone with surnames that begin with the letter L. Those with these surnames are the flies and vermin of this

close eye on Jasper. If he takes any action, then we’ll continue to wreck his plans. Let’s see what he’s going to do about that. What can he, a Mainlander, possibly do? Raise the

has yet to meet the real bigwigs of this world. He thinks he can rest easy just because he’s licking the Laws’ boots? If I, Fabian Atticus,

in a good mood today and a 200,000-dollar red wine would

“Yes, Mr. Atticus.”

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