Chapter 283: The Turner Family of Willow City
"This Noah is truly detestable! Arrogant, stingy, disrespectful, and now ungrateful!"
"Yes, without the sponsors, would he be where he is? How could he be disrespectful to them? They are his benefactors!"
"If it weren't for the rule of law, I'd have punched him by now!"
"He deserves a slap to vent our anger!"
The discussions grew louder and more heated. A few burly men clenched their fists, ready to pounce on Noah at any moment.
Even the waitstaff looked at Noah with growing disdain.
"Noah, you should leave quickly!" Thomas urged, seeing the situation escalating. "Regardless of your character, we still need to shoot videos together. For your safety and the show's sake, go home now, or I really worry you'll get beaten."
"No problem," Noah said with a faint smile, unfazed.
"No problem?" Sofia sneered. "When you're in trouble, beaten and bleeding, it'll be too late to regret! And someone as ungrateful as you, I should suggest the sponsors take back that million!"
"Yes! They should take back the million. Such a person doesn't deserve so much money!"
"Taking the money and being ungrateful is despicable!"
"I despise such people!"
The journalists continued their tirade.
At that moment, the sound of footsteps approached. A middle-aged man strode in confidently. He wore a suit, had a square face, and exuded a calm, authoritative presence, clearly not an ordinary person.
"Mr. Nathan!"
"Hello, Mr. Nathan!"
"Greetings, Mr. Nathan!"
The journalists' expressions changed instantly, becoming respectful as they greeted him and made way.
This man was Nathan, the financial manager of Shark Live and the chief sponsor of 'I Am the Great Tycoon.'
Sixty percent of these journalists' salaries came from Nathan, their benefactor, whom they naturally treated with utmost respect.
"Mm," Nathan nodded slightly at the journalists and was about to head upstairs when his eyes flickered, noticing a young man standing nearby.
He froze, then broke into a respectful smile and hurried over.
"Noah, I didn't expect you to arrive before me! I was about to call and ask when you'd get here!"
"I usually arrive on time," Noah replied calmly, glancing at Nathan.
"Noah?"
Hearing Nathan's words, the journalists were dumbfounded, standing in shock.
A dead silence fell.
Mr. Nathan had addressed Noah as Noah?
How could that be?
Did I hear wrong?
The journalists' eyes widened in disbelief, especially Thomas and Sofia, who were so shocked they could barely breathe.
They knew Noah well. He was an arrogant, stingy, disrespectful, ungrateful scoundrel! Without Mr. Nathan's million, he wouldn't have become a tycoon.
But why would Mr. Nathan call him Noah?
Did he deserve to be called Noah?
Moreover, Mr. Nathan's status was incredibly high. Why was he so respectful to Noah?
The more they thought about it, the less they understood.
Could Noah have some hidden identity they didn't know about?
Wait!
Thomas's face changed drastically, her mind in turmoil.
Mr. Nathan's status was already untouchable. But if Mr. Nathan was so respectful to Noah, calling him Noah, what terrifying identity could Noah have?
The thought made Thomas's legs go weak, almost collapsing.
When she looked again, Nathan was already respectfully leading Noah upstairs.
"Let's... go up too," Thomas said, taking a deep breath to steady her trembling voice.
...
Fourth floor, Super VIP room.
The room was large, with paintings on the walls. Two tables were set, filled with dishes, all specialties of the restaurant, looking and smelling delicious, making one's mouth water.
One table was empty, clearly reserved for the journalists. The other was already occupied by people dressed in fine clothes, mostly in their forties. Some wore suits, looking very gentlemanly, while others had gold chains and rough faces, like nouveau riche.
But they all had one thing in common: they were wealthy.
Noah glanced around and saw Norman from the Anthony Family among them.
The seat of honor at the table was empty, and next to it sat a middle-aged man with glasses. He wore a loose white shirt, buttoned with a string, giving off a friendly vibe. But his eyes occasionally flashed with sharpness, indicating he was not simple.
Noah glanced at the man, finding him somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
"Mr. Nathan is here!"
"Mr. Nathan, please sit!"
"We've reserved the seat of honor for you!"
Seeing Nathan, the sponsors stood up, warmly greeting him.
Only Norman approached Noah, bowing slightly and whispering respectfully, "Noah!"
He felt proud, knowing these sponsors didn't realize Noah was the most important person here.
Noah nodded slightly.
"Noah, please take the seat of honor," Nathan said respectfully to Noah.
Noah didn't hesitate, walking straight to the seat of honor and sitting down calmly. Nathan sat on his other side.
"Hmm?" The sponsors were puzzled, wondering why Nathan let a young man sit in the seat of honor. What made this young man worthy of such a position?
They didn't recognize him at first, but then someone exclaimed, "Wait! He's Noah!"
"The Noah from last night's 'I Am the Great Tycoon'!"
"It's really him!"
The sponsors were shocked but quickly composed themselves. They were shrewd and knew that Nathan letting Noah sit in the seat of honor meant Noah's identity was not simple. It was best to sit quietly and observe.
"Noah, long time no see," the middle-aged man in the white shirt said politely to Noah.
"You know me?" Noah asked, looking at the man who seemed familiar.
"I am Skylar. We met before," the man replied with a calm smile.
"Noah, he is from the Turner Family of Willow City," Nathan said, his face slightly serious. "The Turner Family is one of the three major families in Starlight City."
