Life at the Top

Chapter 39

Zayden’s expression tethered between gloomy and sunny when he hung up the phone.

He felt slightly frantic.

Having plotted for over two years, success was right before his eyes. Yet if anything were to happen during such a crucial time, forget about not getting any benefits, but his family would also surely doubt his ability.

“Motherf*cker. It’s got to be that b*stard…”

Jasper’s appearance flashed through his mind and Zayden punched his fist onto the washbasin.

“Then again, so what if you’ve found out? My success is just a moment away and Schuler Group will be mine in no time. And you, Wendy… All you need to do is be my woman, and I can perhaps let you live. Don’t you dare try to die!”

After returning from the bathroom, Zayden was no longer in the mood to eat so he made up an excuse to leave.

Dawson did not ask him to stay and let him go as he wished.

Dawson frowned as he watched Zayden drive away from the field.

“He’s growing impatient. There’s no doubt that he’ll try and speed up the transferral of assets, but that’s not something I can deal with. The money I’ve already taken out for investment… Sigh.”

Hearing Dawson, Jasper suddenly piped up, “I can deal with that.” © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Dawson looked at Jasper in shock.

Dawson was stunned. “That’s quite the claim you have there. How are you going to rein back 600 million worth of investment funds?”

“As long as it’s to do with money, it’s nothing much.” Jasper smiled lightly.

“Jasp is really skilled when it comes to this, Dad!” Wendy boasted.

“Don’t joke around.” Dawson shook his head. “That’s 600 million dollars that he has scammed from me with a paper company. There’s no way to get that money back. The company’s cash flow is tight and about to break right now. Suppliers will surely begin to knock at our doors if news gets out.”

As far as Dawson was concerned, Jasper had already proven his claim that this was all a scam.

‘Yet how is a youth like Jasper going to get the 600 million investment fund back?

‘Throttle Zayden and threaten him to return the money?

‘That’s unrealistic.’

At that thought, Dawson felt despondent. “I never expected to still be blinded at such an age, but I’ve already planned it out. Should we get to the point, I’ll leave the both of you enough money to live the rest of your life in riches.”

At that, Dawson patted Jasper’s shoulder. “I like you, Jasper. I don’t think I managed to be as outstanding when I was your age. I have nothing to worry about if you’re the one beside Wendy.”

“What are you talking about, Dad?” Wendy was nervous and embarrassed.

She was nervous due to Dawson’s pessimism and embarrassed at how he had just given her off to Jasper.

“You’re my child, how could I not understand what you’re thinking? You’ve never taken an interest in any boy since you were a child, and here you are bringing him before me. How could I be blind to what you’re thinking?”

Dawson’s tone was grim.

“I’d take the time and slowly assess you if none of this was happening, but I can’t afford to do that now.”

“Uncle Schuler,” Jasper could not help but speak as he watched Dawson’s gaze turn more pessimistic.

“It’s just 600 million. I can give it to you.”

Despite having seen his fair share of things in his life, Dawson was utterly shocked when he looked at Jasper.

Just a second ago he had thought that this young man was outstanding. Why was he bluffing like this right now?

“Jasp just earned three billion and one hundred million dollars from the stock market a few days ago, Dad,” Wendy spoke gleefully, the look in her eyes prouder than when she earned money.

“Three… What?!” Dawson thought he had heard wrongly.

“Three billion and one hundred million dollars!” Wendy repeated herself.

Looking at Jasper again, Dawson found that his understanding of the boy had been rewritten.

He had worked his whole life yet not even at his best did Schuler Group ever own that much in assets.

Even so, this youth before his eyes who was such a young man had earned three billion and one hundred million dollars?