Chapter 148
"Alright, you are indeed a candid person. I like you."
Charles smiled and said, "Regardless of success or failure, I owe you a favor."
"Charles, you're so kind."
He raised a glass of wine, and I quickly clinked glasses with him, lowering my glass slightly.
Charles nodded. "Let's have a good time tonight."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and the three girls who had just left came back.
Seeing this, I moved aside with George. He said, "John, don't think Charles isn't talkative. He has already recognized you inwardly. That's just how he is. He likes to prove things with actions."
I nodded and drank a glass of wine. This matter was not easy to handle.
Frank had just given me a check for one million dollars, and now I had to bother him again. Should I do that?
Seeing me a bit down, George hooked my shoulder. "Why the sullen face? Is it because of me telling Charles about your relationship with the Allen Family?"
I shook my head. "George, I didn't mean that. I'm just thinking about how to talk to Frank Allen."
"I knew you were reliable."
He laughed, "Actually, this matter is really simple for you. You don't need to worry. When the time comes, you can invite him to a meal, and Charles will take care of the rest."
I wish it could be that simple. I shared my doubts with George, as there was nothing to hide. Since I had promised Charles, I had to give it a try.
If I delayed too long without any news, he would think I was unreliable. Next time, he definitely wouldn't come looking for me. Good things would pass me by.
It would be the cause and effect.
After hearing me out, George chuckled, "That's a piece of cake. John, you don't need to worry."
"Please enlighten me, George."
I humbly asked. They were all elite members of the Sevan society, while just over twenty days ago, I was just an ordinary guy. By a stroke of luck, I became friends with them, but truly joining them was not easy.
"First, you are now a friend of the Allen Family. Do you understand the meaning of the word 'friend'?"
I nodded, and George continued, "Then, it seems like you haven't noticed your own changes yet."
My changes?
I paused, and he said, "Before, you used to wear cheap clothes and fake luxury watches, and your friends were ordinary people. Now, you wear Versace, worth tens of thousands of dollars, and watches worth hundreds of thousands, and your friends are either millionaires or even billionaires. Do you now realize how much power you actually possess?"
I nodded as if enlightened. "I understand, but not completely."
"Let me explain it further."
George took a sip of his wine. "In our Simbara culture, we like to do business with acquaintances. There's a saying, 'Don't do business with strangers.' You are friends with the Allen Family, and that's your advantage, something Charles and I don't have. This is your leverage. And we want to use your leverage. The Allen Family are all savvy business people, so they will naturally understand that if you invite them out. If we were just ordinary people, it's called climbing the social ladder. But if we are influential individuals, it's called an equal exchange.
"So, we can also become your leverage."
It suddenly dawned on me.
My relationship with the Allen Family was my advantage, so they wanted to leverage that.
Whether it was George or Charles, they were both big shots in the Sevan wine industry, not because of how much money they had but because of their status in the industry. So, in turn, they became my leverage.
If Frank saw me making friends with George and Charles, he would only think highly of me, seeing my abilities and wide connections, and he would take me more seriously than before.
I quickly raised my glass. "I've understood completely. George, I'd like to toast to you."
If he hadn't treated me as his friend, he wouldn't confide in me like this. Any previous discomfort in my heart suddenly dissipated.
George clinked glasses with me. "We're like brothers, no need for formalities. But John, although my business isn't that big, I've seen a lot of people in my travels, and my experience is quite rich. If you ever have doubts in the future, feel free to turn to me."
I was touched. "Thank you, George!"
"Oh, does your company need a grand opening ceremony? I'll send you a flower basket then!"
"I don't have that plan for now."
I said, "It just started out, and the business hasn't kicked off yet. After some time, when the company is on track, I'll invite you to come and visit."
"Alright."
George nodded. "In the future, I'll entrust my business to you."
What else could I say? I could only rely on his support.
We played until midnight, and George took two girls to the hotel next.
I wanted to have some fun, but I was already exhausted by Lilian. I better save my energy.
I had to keep my energy when I was still young. Otherwise, I would be incapable of having sex when I aged.
Moreover, those girls might not be clean.
They might all have sexually transmitted diseases. I didn't want to be ruined by them.
Back home, after taking a shower and getting ready for bed, a Facebook call popped up unexpectedly. It was Katherine calling.
My heart skipped a beat. Why was she calling me in the middle of the night?
Was she going to ask me to pick her up again?
Should I answer or pretend to be asleep and ignore it?
I was conflicted.
But she was my superior after all, so I decided to answer the call.
As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard Katherine's exclamation. Hearing her voice, I was dumbfounded.
Was she playing games with Steven and accidentally dialed my number?
But that didn't seem likely.
"John, are you available to come over now? I have a terrible stomachache. Can you take me to the hospital..."
What?
I immediately got out of bed. Upon listening carefully, I found her voice sounded strained, as if she was in great pain.
"Ms. Bailey, don't worry. I'll come right away."
Without even changing my clothes, I rushed out in my boxers and tank top.
Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped at Bay No.1, and I hurried to her building downstairs.
She was in Building 6, Apartment 1803. I knocked on the door urgently, saying, "Ms. Bailey, it's me, John. Please open the door."
I knocked for a minute, but there was no response.
I thought, 'could she have passed out?'
I looked at the sturdy security door, which wasn't easy to break through. I thought about it and decided to call 911.
Just as I was about to make the call, the door opened from the inside, revealing a pale-faced woman in a black silk nightgown.
It was Katherine.
She held her stomach with one hand, and with the other hand holding the keys. She leaned against the door, sweat beading on her forehead, her lips turning pale.
These were symptoms of a medical emergency.
"Ms. Bailey, I'll help you downstairs."
As soon as I said that, Katherine leaned forward and collapsed into my arms.
Instinctively, I held her, and unfortunately, my hand landed on her chest.
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