Chapter 3

In the end, I forcefully took not only the projects I had negotiated myself, but also picked two of Asher's most profitable ones.

These two projects would make a huge profit, far exceeding all the money I had invested in Asher over the years.

Having gotten what I wanted, I left.

As I walked out, I could still hear Zora's tearful complaints and the kids' noisy cries.

I couldn't be bothered with them anymore.

My focus now was on cashing in.

...

For years, I had been busy revolving around Asher, rarely returning to my own company.

The project handovers went very smoothly. Besides the ones I had personally handled, one of the projects I took from Asher immediately agreed to work with me.

Only one was still hesitant, saying they needed to evaluate further. Since my company's business scope didn't overlap much with Asher's, they were concerned I might lack expertise.

The next morning, I had an appointment to meet their person in charge, still at that same club.

I didn't expect the person who came would be Vincent.

He was Asher's uncle. In all my years dating Asher, I had only met him twice, including this time.

Vincent had a very strong presence. From the first time I met him, I was a bit intimidated by him.

Well, just a tiny bit.

Vincent smiled at me, very gentlemanly and elegant, but also giving off an oppressive aura. "Why don't you come in?"

Vincent was like someone who believed in Buddha but acted like a demon.

My instincts told me this man was dangerous.

Asher was his nephew - why would he agree to work with me on this project?

Could he be seeking revenge for his nephew?

I walked in and sat across from Vincent, forcing myself to smile.

"Hello, Mr. Shen."

Vincent seemed to be in a good mood. "You remember me?"

How could I forget such an important figure?

I said, "Of course. I met you last year when Asher took me home for dinner."

Vincent kept smiling. "I'm honored to have left such a deep first impression on you."

This was typical Vincent - smiling and speaking pleasantly, but I still had to be on guard. I was afraid he might stab me while smiling.