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.”

to sit. There’s plenty to eat and drink. You should get back your

confidently. The supervisor, on the other

island. He got himself a glass of champagne before finding himself

was eleven in the morning, and guests were 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 as to bask

of the bigger establishments in the city. The guests present that day were all people with high

and Yvonne approached Wilbur not long

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

up with a smile, “I didn’t think you’d

you two. After all, Yvonne and I were married in the past,” Wilbur said calmly.

could see where you stand. It’s time for you to see the truth and stop fantasizing about what we

I

see for yourself what it means to have connections, power and presence, you

I hope I won’t be disappointed,” Wilbur replied with

and said, “We won’t let you down for sure. Everyone here is someone you can only dream of becoming. Enjoy the view while it

a smile and walked off arm

He took a sip of champagne, tasting nothing

Consortium headquarters in Kardon Province, Faye Yves, has arrived.”

the crowd

point where even the CEO of a certain branch was a pretty big deal.

by the check-in table, waiting for those important people

pair crowded up to her at once and led her to

catching Wilbur’s eyes and exchanging smiles

seat, Blake and Yvonne returned to the

up to the check-in table with a

and walked up to them at

not really know this man, so he hurried up to the guy

for Wilbur Penn,” the man

supervisor was dumbfounded. He looked at Blake and Yvonne

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

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