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

no heed and walked in confidently. The supervisor, on the other hand,

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

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

in Seechertown, being considered one of the bigger establishments in the city. The guests

approached Wilbur not long after he took his

his shiny hair slicked back. Meanwhile, Yvonne, who was clad in

with a smile, “I didn’t think you’d have the guts to show up.”

I was invited. Naturally, I had to come and congratulate you two. After all, Yvonne and

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

since I left the Willows,”

scoffed. “Good. Sit tight and see for yourself what it means to

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

you down for sure. Everyone here is someone you can only dream of

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

his head. He took a sip of champagne,

the Cape Consortium headquarters in Kardon Province,

announcement made the crowd

power was world-class, to the point where even the CEO of a certain branch was a pretty big deal. She was representing the Cape Consortium, after all.

Yvonne stood by the check-in table, waiting for those important people to arrive.

crowded up to her at once and

Wilbur’s eyes and exchanging

showing Faye her seat, Blake and Yvonne returned to the check-in table again to

up to the check-in table with a few other men

glanced at Blake and Yvonne and walked up

supervisor deduced that Blake and Yvonne did not really know this man, so he hurried up to the guy at once. “Sir,

for Wilbur Penn,” the man stated

at Blake and Yvonne before saying, “Is

Kardon Province’s military, Gordon Grayson. Do I need to report to you what he wants

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