Chapter 53


    Oh, my... So he gets off work just to work here as a part-time waiter. How dare he brag in front of me


    that he could easily take out thirty million right away! Does he not fear karma?


    Just as Mandy was thinking that, the emotionless voice of a woman sounded from the room. “Who


    goes there?” Immediately afterward, a cup of coffee was tossed at the window from inside, tainting the


    ss and curtains.


    Frightened, Mandy turned around and prepared to flee.


    Considering that the ce had been renovated thatvishly, that window alone might even cost dozens


    of thousand.


    She could never cough up that kind of money forpensation.


    However, as she turned around, two waiters passed right behind her while carrying a vase. s, she


    bumped into the vase, and it fell on the floor, smashing into smithereens.


    “Y-You... Sh*t! This is a vintage porcin vase. I-It''s worth fifty million. Y-You have topensate for it!


    Jenny, watch this woman. I''ve got to inform our boss!” stammered one of the waiters.


    The other waiter gaped at the vase already shattered into pieces all over the floor, her face a ghastly


    white.


    The first waiter hurriedly bolted off to inform their boss upon finishing his words.


    “F-Fifty... million?”


    When she heard that astronomical amount, Mandy''s entire body went limp. She could not even stand


    properly.


    Meanwhile, the man with the stubble, James, one of the three big shots in Dellmoor and also known as


    Moneybags Smith, was receiving his junior, Craig, in his own café.


    The reason he met up with Craig was to learn about the news that had been spreading like wildfire


    among the upper-ss society over the past two days. He was dying to know why Craig had to kneel


    before someone in front of the entrance of Paradise Hotel.


    “Are you saying that there''s yet another big shot behind Mr. Quigley?”


    After listening to Craig''s exnation, James was awestruck.


    Initially, he had shared the same sentiment with Craig. He also felt that Adam, who had been backing


    them up, was already a legend himself.


    Never would James expect to hear from Craig that Adam had his own boss as well.


    It would have been bizarre if James were unfazed by news like this.


    “Look at the scar on my forehead. Who else do you think in the entirety of Dellmoor could make me


    knock my head on the ground other than Mr. Quigley and his boss?” asked Craig as he pointed at the


    wound on his forehead that had just scarred over.


    “Well...”


    James was rendered speechless by the question.


    Craig recounted his experience, “That day, I received a call from Mr. Quigley. He gave me an earful


    over the phone, saying that if I couldn''t get Mr. Campbell''s forgiveness, he''ll rece me with someone


    else.”


    He paused momentarily before going on, “That was my first time seeing Mr. Quigley going through the


    roof. His tone even made my legs go weak at that time. If even a formidable figure like Mr. Quigley is


    scared out of his wits, I naturally had to go down on my knees, right?”


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    Upon saying that, Craig gulped down a mouthful of coffee.


    He was still terrified just thinking about the incident that day.


    Craig had always been fearless, but as soon as he mentioned that event, his body was already


    shuddering. Seeing that, James waspletely convinced by his words.


    What he did not know was the true identity of that mysterious “Mr. Campbell” and how thetter could


    manage to counter a being like Adam.


    “We better talk about other things. Oh, right! I heard you bid a whopping fifty million yesterday just for a


    vintage porcin vase. How generous of you to shell out that amount of money!”


    Craig swiftly changed the topic when he took notice of James falling into deep thought.


    “Well, of course! Apart from investing my money, gathering collectibles is my only hobby. I''ve been


    yearning to make this treasure mine for so long. Now that it has fallen into my hands, I cherish it more


    than my life!” stated James as he beamed with pride.


    The moment he talked about winning the porcin vase in the auction on the day before, he instantly


    became thrilled.


    Right then, a waiter barged into the room in a hurry.