Alexander "Dad." waves of emotion su

everish and confused. How c

umbled be

sit down, taking Mary's small hand: "Mary, have yo

made adorable Mary po

e angry gazes of those around, extending her small w

ur dad! Having Grandp

ithout turning back, saying to Alexander: "You have tw

his daughter on the hospital bed. For three y

at, he had t

little angel

elf! The marrow has to take

nder spoke with unpre

Alexander was will

e in the Marshall family in

felt a certain pres

guy

lexander turned and

igure with disbelief, her heart trembli

o felt cold

with nowhere to tur

he called a number he ha

one co

ght it through?" The voice o

: "Sherman, I've decided, I

led his cards, he was a high-

ts were distributed gl

hild families had to show

ll bring the inheritance documents right away." Sherman on the other en

eed money urgently, 600 t

thousand, 600 million, eve

ery excited: "I'll have someon

said: "No need, I don't want to cause

at the BrightPath Solutions

ate club was originally an as

e phone, sighed, and

verty suc

do anything, not even rec

from the Dragon Sect four years ago, di

hey pushed to the

electric scooter to the Brig

private club in Golden Harbor, the entran

n from an internal membe

vate club was not a place that c

a wealthy and influential leader

nto the lobby, Alexande

et out, dressed so shabbily and you dare to

locked Alexander, opening her mouth t

y, the slits of her cheongsam revealing her fair legs as she walked, m

t a place for countr

d seen plenty of these poor folks before, all wantin

know what kind o

wn at himself, and smiled faintly:

ntempt, she shouted: "A poor guy like you, who could you possibly have an appointment with at

lexander, the mockery in her eyes

e still politely said: "I really have an appo

er stepped forward t

re you crazy? This is the BrightPath Solutions private club, where only billiona

really a

aring to trespass into the Bri

tically cou

just about to explain something when a que

all this noise, what

ll-fitted black checkered suit, with a manager's medal on his

ou're here, this poor guy

oquettishly, causing her ample bosom

xander in his simple attire, coldly saying: "Sorry, this is a private club

te tactful, not sayin

red Alexander and naturall

e furious, pointed at his nose, and scolded: "Why, aren't you

face final

d someone, why was he b

se he dressed plainly, he w

ind one." Alexander said flatly,

e, now turned back, looking at him suspici

pez." Alexa

ah

d helplessly and sneered, asking: "Yo

g boss behind the BrightP

never happened; toda

e was waiting for a

this brat

: "Manager Miles, this guy is just a f

nodded and said: "Handle it discreetly, don't caus

a

ez possibly know a low

er Miles, I

y, each frown and smile

r, picked up her phone, and called security: "Send