Over at Southlake Resort Island.

It was a privately-owned vacation spot located west of Seechertown, and was around a thousand acres wide.

Its land was surrounded by a pristine natural lake with an island in the middle. It had over ten billion dollars invested into the construction of five-star hotels and various entertainment facilities. It even had a variety of exotic plants transplanted there, making the island one of Seechertown’s most famous vacation sites.

On that very day, Blake had the entire resort island reserved for only those who were invited.

The resort was transformed into a large event space after a few days of decorating. There were tables and chairs adorned with fresh flowers, as well as all kinds of snacks and champagne.

Wilbur parked outside Southlake and walked over to the island. Right at its front was the guests’ check-in table, as well as the gift collection counter.

Wilbur walked up to the table and tossed the five hundred dollars that he had prepared on it. “Here’s my gift.”

The people at the table were all members of the Willow family. One of them saw that it was Wilbur and cast a disdainful glare at the money on the table. “Gosh, are you really this broke? Look at everyone else. Their gifts are worth tens of thousands of dollars! Don’t you feel ashamed for giving such a paltry sum?”

Wilbur chuckled and responded, “I had five million dollars, but someone took it away and still refuses to pay me back to this day. Five hundred is all I have now.”

The event supervisor’s expression darkened upon hearing those words, and roared, “You bastard! Are you trying to cause a scene?”

Wilbur replied with a deep voice, “Me? Cause a scene? That’s what the Willow family’s been doing.”

The supervisor sneered coldly, “Listen up, young man. If it hadn’t been for Mister Woods and Miss Yvonne’s instructions, I would’ve beaten you to a pulp.”

“I don’t quite believe that,” Wilbur responded calmly.

The few members of the Willow family next to the supervisor heard this and were about to get physical.

However, the supervisor stopped them and said, “Today’s Miss Yvonne’s big day. Let him go for now. We’ll get him when this is over.”

spot to sit. There’s plenty to eat and drink. You should get back your money’s worth,” the manager mocked.

walked in confidently. The

central region of the island. He got himself a glass of

still coming in. Some of them were people of power, and the check-in table announced their arrivals as a gesture of respect as well

establishments in the city. The guests present

and Yvonne approached Wilbur not long after he took his

red suit with his shiny hair slicked back. Meanwhile, Yvonne, who was clad in a skintight white dress, clutched

Blake spoke up with a smile, “I didn’t think you’d have the

Naturally, I had to come and congratulate you two. After all, Yvonne and I were married in

“Drop the disgusting stuff already. I invited you so you could see where you stand. It’s time for you to see the truth and stop fantasizing about what we could still

of that since I left the

what it means to have connections, power and presence, you

I won’t be disappointed,” Wilbur

down for sure. Everyone here is

saying their piece, the pair exchanged a smile and walked off arm in

sip of champagne, tasting nothing

in Kardon Province, Faye Yves, has arrived.”

announcement made the crowd burst

certain branch was a pretty big deal. She was representing the Cape

table, waiting for those important

up to her at once and led her to the main table at the banquet hall.

walked past the tables, catching Wilbur’s eyes

Yvonne returned to the check-in

the check-in table with a few other men in

glanced at Blake and Yvonne and walked up to

and Yvonne did not really know this man, so he hurried up to the guy at once. “Sir, are you

looking for Wilbur Penn,” the man stated

and Yvonne before saying, “Is something

“This is the person in charge of Kardon Province’s military, Gordon Grayson. Do I need to report to

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