Chapter 286 The Dn


    Daniel''s words left Nathan stunned. Two fifty-year-old vodkas, given away as gifts? His generosity


    knew no limits, considering each bottle could fetch over two million dors!


    Turning to Oliver with a grin stered on his face, Nathan asked, "Hey Oliver, would you sell me


    that bottle of fifty-year vodka?"


    "Not for sale! That''s a gift from my granddaughter''s boyfriend—I''m saving it. I''ll crack it open on the


    day she gets married. As for the one we’ve opened, let''s enjoy it today. Nathan, you''vee all this


    way; I can spare you a ss. But just one—this drink is too precious for more."


    Oliver had Brittany fetch the sses. One for each person, he poured out the vodka, then took the


    unopened bottle to store away.


    Suddenly, a group barged into Oliver''s home. The ringleader was Dn Hayes, also known as The


    Dn, the boss of DeepOre Ventures and the kingpin of River County. Everyone knew when The


    Dn stomped his foot, River County shook with an earthquake—that was the measure of his


    power.


    "Trash this ce!" With Dn''smand, his cronies flipped tables and scattered the feast across


    the floor.


    The party had been going on for over an hour, and most guests had their fill, so no one was left


    hungry amidst the chaos.


    Daniel stood frozen, trying to grasp what was happening. Had Brittany offended some mob boss


    who dared to disrupt her grandfather''s birthday bash?


    Oliver, furious, demanded, "Dn, what''s the meaning of this?"


    "What? Oh, so you, you old fool, led the townsfolk to my coal mine, blocking operations, right? And


    you dared to report me for environmental pollution of Greenfield? After ruining my business, you


    have the gall to celebrate your eightieth birthday with no respect for me?"


    Emily stepped forward. She had lost a squabble to Brittany earlier and now sought to prove her


    mettle to everyone.


    Poking Mason, she asked, "Honey, can you smooth this over?"


    Smooth this over? Mason had heard of The Dn''s reputation and knew it wouldn''t be easy. Why


    did her grandfather have to provoke The Dn, who viewed the coal mine as his golden goose?


    Disrupting The Dn was like dering war.


    Resolving such a matter wasn''t simple, but faced with expectations, Mason couldn''t admit defeat,


    especially not in front of family and friends, as a big shot from New York.


    With reluctance, Mason stood up, fished a cigar from his pocket, and offered it to Dn.


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    "Dn, there''s been a misunderstanding! I''m really sorry if my grandfather has impacted your


    mining business. Let me apologize on his behalf!"