Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Chapter 224 Sister’s Husband, Come Quick_1

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Without rules, there can be no squares or circles.

When Twilight Mansion was established, Gonzalez City’s wealthiest man, Ovidiu Cook, and other high-level individuals decided on a rule: Anyone who entered Twilight Mansion without a membership card would either have a leg broken or pay a fine of fifty million.

The broken leg was a rule set for those without money, not only to deter those trying to sneak in but also to ensure the exclusivity of Twilight Mansion’s clientele.

It ensured that everyone who came here to dine was part of high society, sharing common topics and often striking unexpected business deals on the spot.

The heavy fine was for the wealthy, after all, being rich didn’t guarantee access.

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The very existence of Twilight Mansion also indirectly imparted a lesson to the people of Gonzalez City: even if you are wealthy, it’s not very useful. If you don’t integrate into this circle, you will always be an outsider.

This was Ovidiu Cook’s original intent in founding Twilight Mansion: to rally allies and exclude dissidents.

Now, as Abigail Martin spoke such words, it was clear that she was threatening Quella Radcliffe to comply.

Fifty million?

This was no small figure.

“Mr. Henry Green, what do you mean by this!”

Miss Radcliffe shielded Olayinka Davenport behind her back and asked with a hostile tone.

Olayinka Davenport was one of her best friends, and now she was beaten because of her, which Quella felt very remorseful about.

But their current situation was quite unfavorable; a group of youths drunk and befuddled surrounded them, and it was unpredictable what they might do.

“Miss Radcliffe, your friend, by all rights, should be my guest as well. However, it seems this young lady has been somewhat disrespectful, so my brothers took the liberty of teaching her a lesson, no problem there, right?”

Abigail Martin looked at Quella Radcliffe with a smile, his tone brimming with contempt.

“Exactly! So what if I hit her? This sort of trash, as long as I’m willing, should be rolling obediently into my bed!”

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The son of wealth who had struck the blow pointed at Olayinka Davenport: “I’ll never believe that there’s a woman in this world who doesn’t love money!”

“Sonny Ridge, watch your words!”

Xavier Lake quietly reminded from the side.

After all, his relationship with Lance Casey was relatively close, and he could not just stand by and do nothing.

“Mr. Lake, you’re ordering me around?”

Buoyed by his drunkenness, Sonny Ridge walked up to Xavier Lake and jabbed a finger in his chest: “Buddy, even your dad wouldn’t dare speak to me like that! You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”

In this circle, Xavier Lake held the lowest status; his stature was clearly not on par with the other young magnates. Usually, that was fine—as everyone gave him some face since the central figure in this “circle” was Abigail Martin.

But now, with the alcohol flowing and the feast progressing, everyone was a bit tipsy. Coupled with the male tendency to show off in front of women, Sonny Ridge was being somewhat irrational.

“Brother Dragon, such words shouldn’t come from you. I’m merely giving you a heads-up; after all, this is Twilight Mansion. If you really stir up trouble, it wouldn’t be good for you either, would it?”

Xavier Lake’s face alternated between shades of clear and dark. Although angry inside, he still managed to put on a smile.

Sonny Ridge’s family was a building material supplier, and in recent years, they had made a fortune from the real estate boom.

Xavier Lake clearly looked down on such nouveau riche but couldn’t voice it outright.

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“Heh! Alright, I’ll be more careful in the future. Today, for Mr. Henry Green’s sake, I won’t take this matter to heart!”

Once again, Sonny Ridge jabbed Xavier Lake’s chest, who could only offer an apologetic smile.

“Sonny Ridge, you’ve had too much to drink!”

Witnessing Xavier Lake being spoken to in such a manner, Abigail Martin also couldn’t stand idly by. After all, that was her henchman.

“Haha! What words are these, Mr. Henry Green? I’ll punish myself with a drink! ”

Seeing Abigail Martin speak up, Sonny Ridge immediately scurried over with two glasses of wine and approached Quella Radcliffe: “Come on, have a drink with Mr. Henry Green!”

Even a fool could see that Abigail Martin was interested in Quella Radcliffe. Sonny Ridge dared not take Xavier Lake seriously but didn’t dare to offend Abigail Martin.

“Sorry, but I don’t drink!”

Quella Radcliffe gave him a glance and declined directly.

“What! Not giving face to Mr. Henry Green? In Gonzalez City, offending Mr.

Henry Green spells no good ending!”

Another young man approached, his tone equally unfriendly.

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“I’ll drink it for her!”

Seeing the situation turning dire, Olayinka Davenport stepped out from behind Quella Radcliffe, took the wine glass, and was about to drink.

Among them, she was the eldest—a real big sister figure.

Now that Quella Radcliffe had run into trouble, she immediately stepped forward.

Whoosh!

Sonny Ridge directly splashed wine onto Olayinka Davenport’s face, cursing as he said, “Do you even deserve to drink the wine poured by this young master?”

The crowd burst into loud laughter; slightly inebriated, everyone was waiting to see the show unfold.

Sensing he had become the center of attention, Sonny Ridge became even more unbridled.

“Go! Pour wine for my brothers!”

He pointed at the young men by the table, treating Olayinka Davenport as if she were a servant.

Just then, the restaurant erupted in commotion.

Someone started shouting “The lights on the fifth floor are on,” and everyone’s gaze turned towards the fifth floor.

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The third and fourth floors were out of sight, but the fifth floor could be seen clearly.

Because the fifth floor was right at the top, above their heads!

To emphasize exclusivity, the fifth floor had only one private room that was open-air, hanging from the ceiling.

Whoever came to this room could look down upon those below, reigning high above like an emperor.

It was said that the last time the fifth floor was used was two years ago.

“Who could it be, wielding such clout?”

“Who cares! It’s none of our business. Even Mr. Henry Green doesn’t recognize them, let alone us!”

“Right, just pour the wine already!”

After a brief exchange, the youngsters didn’t think much of it.

The guests of the fifth floor were high above and beyond, unlikely to have any intersection with them.

Sonny Ridge, once he came back to his senses, targeted Olayinka Davenport again.

“Anna Harris, why should we pour wine for them! Come on, if something happens, I’ll take the blame!”

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Quella Radcliffe grabbed a wine bottle from the table and splashed the contents fiercely onto Sonny Ridge’s face, “Please learn how to behave first, like someone who wasn’t born without a mother’s upbringing!”

After speaking, she pulled Lance Casey and Olayinka Davenport, ready to leave.

“Stop right there!”

Sonny Ridge roared and directly stepped in front of the three.

Including Abigail Martin, everyone’s faces showed a playful expression.

Sonny Ridge’s mother had abandoned him and his father in the early years to run off with another man.

This was Sonny Ridge’s Achilles’ heel, and now Quella Radcliffe had struck a nerve with her inadvertent words.

With matters having escalated to this point, even Xavier Lake, wanting to say something, found himself unable to speak.

“Say that again, what you just said?”

Sonny Ridge, pointing at Quella Radcliffe, had bloodshot eyes.

“Quella Radcliffe, don’t be mad…”

“Forget it.”

Olayinka Davenport and Lance Casey, one on each side, whispered persuasively.

The wise do not fight when the odds are against them, and the situation was clearly not in their favor.

“I said you were born with a mother but raised without one!”

Facing Sonny Ridge’s aggression, Quella Radcliffe showed no hint of fear.

“I said it, what do you want to do about it!”

Anger was evident in her eyes.

“Good! You wretched woman, today I’ll make you regret it!”

Sonny Ridge sneered coldly, and fiercely snatched up a wine bottle. “Brother-in-law, Quella Radcliffe is being bullied, come quick!” At that moment, Lance Casey shouted loudly towards the entrance..