Chapter 15 It’s None Of Your Business

Isla Sullivan’s family, who had become the focus of the scene, were all livid.

Among the Sullivan family, the youngest child with the highest level of education, Victor Sullivan, was the most successful with his fortune that was already over 100 million. After Victor became rich, he did not miss out on benefitting his siblings. For instance, he paid all the expenses for Andy Sullivan’s studies abroad for several years.

However, the heart of a man was never content, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant.

Not only did these relatives not appreciate Victor Sullivan, but they had also always felt that he had not given them enough. In the past, they could not find an outlet to vent their dissatisfaction, but since Isla had married Alex Cohen, they finally found a groove, so they grabbed onto this point and kept mocking them.

This was one of the reasons why Victor Sullivan and Xena Sanders despised Alex Cohen.

However, it was mainly because they felt that Alex was not worthy of their daughter...

In the past, when this kind of situation occurred, Isla’s family, including Alex, would not make a sound.

On that day, however, Alex could no longer endure it after a tiring day. He straightened his back, smiled, and said to Andy, "It's fine if the stool’s not tall enough, my height can make up for it. Look, even when I’m sitting on such a low stool, I still look taller than you. Andy, I'm 183 cm tall. Do you even reach 170 cm?"

Andy was poked in the wound. His cheeks puffed up and he lowered his head.

Victor Sullivan and Xena Sanders, however, raised their heads at the same time and looked at each other in astonishment.

Although Alex had only managed to win this small round, for the two of them, it was a long-awaited great victory.

Isla was also quite surprised, but still gave Alex a look and signaled for him to be quiet so as not to cause a bigger scene.

Alex ignored Isla’s reminder and added, "Andy, it's a genetic problem. It's not your fault…”

After he said that, Alex smiled again and looked at Richard Sullivan, "Right, Uncle?"

Richard Sullivan's face darkened instantly, but he quickly squeezed out a smile and skipped right over the topic.

"Lala, we've already ordered. You're late. Take a look and see if you want to add more food? You might be bored of eating these delicacies, but it's rare for Alex to come here and scrounge a free meal, so he should eat more…”

Alex saw that the atmosphere was not right and secretly made up his mind: ‘since you guys were not going to stop, I would have fun with you!’

"Buzz...Buzz…”

Alex did not snap back as his phone vibrated. It was Felix Moore who sent him a WeChat message.

"Brother Alex, don't feel bad, we went to the Taste Of Queen City. We’ve decided on it as a group. It’s 88 per pax. It's too bad you didn't come. I'll send you a few photos…”

Alex looked embarrassed. If he were to bring the group, he would at least go to a restaurant with a per capita consumption of 200.

The standard was too low for an 88 per person buffet at the Taste of Queen City!

In order to agitate Felix, Alex looked through the photos and also took a picture of the table.

Andy had somewhat recovered by then. He glanced at Alex and suddenly, like when Columbus discovered the new world, widened his eyes and said, "Alex, what era is it? You’re still using such a phone with such a big top and bottom? It's also a domestic product! Don't you know that a full-length screen has been in trend for a long time now?"

Alex was unconcerned.

"I just like domestic phones, do you have a problem with that?"

"Cynic! Typical cynic! Look at mine. It’s the latest Apple X. I bought it as soon as it went on the market. Aren't you taking pictures? I'll take one too so you can see the difference between domestic and Apple!"

"What? Does your phone take clear pictures? Well, try and get a picture of the texture on my car logo."

Alex said this as he pulled out his car keys and dangled it in front of Andy.

The golden Lamborghini logo, with a bull embedded inside the shield, shone brightly under the lights.

Except for Isla, almost everyone at the table did not know that Alex had a car and came over to look at this rarity.

Many from the older generation did not know what brand it was and started to talk about it.

Andy recognized it at a glance. He was embarrassed and it was f*cking better not to know…

After a few moments, Andy, who was irritated with his phone, raised his hand to clasp his forehead. He said to Isla with a shy smile, "Did you buy Alex this car?"

Isla shook her head and replied, "He bought it himself."

"That’s not right. I heard from Dad that Alex doesn't even have a job, so where did he get the money?"

"Who...who says he doesn’t have a job?"

Now it was Isla’s turn to be embarrassed. Everything else was fine. What she was most afraid of was people asking Alex about his job.

She was also helpless and had already advised Alex to find a job. She even got tired of nagging him, but Alex was still bumming around.

Richard Sullivan also regained his fighting spirit and said with a strange smile, "Lala, don't be so tough-mouthed. Last week, I heard your mother complain that Alex only knows how to fool around and wait for death. Where did he get a job? No…isn’t he relying on that whatever code to make money? That’s still considered work, but just not serious work."

Richard's wife echoed in a demeaning tone.

"Don’t underestimate that whatever code. I heard the young single people say that if you do it well, you can earn dozens. I feel it should be similar to street begging. Anyway, the two are essentially the same type…”

"Alex, how much have you made? Why don’t you tell us so we can open our eyes?"

"Tens a day, only how much a month? Alex, you're a big guy. Come work for us as a security guard. It's 3,000 a month. If you're willing to come, I can ask someone to find connections for you. You don't have to spend any money, just treat us to a meal when you get paid...”

Alex waited until Richard's family had droned on enough before he casually said, "What I do is none of your business. I just took over a small company."

Everyone present was once again taken aback. They all felt that the current Alex Cohen was very abnormal.

Richard did not give up and asked, "Alex, you're the boss? You must take us on a tour sometime. By the way, which company did you take over?"

"You can see for yourself."

Alex had completed the transfer procedures with Hudson Lowe earlier that day, so he had taken a few photos. He clicked on the business license change picture and put the phone on the turntable in the middle of the table.

Richard was adamant that Alex was bluffing, so he wanted to call him out. He quickly took the phone and stared at the picture carefully. He noticed that behind the words, “Legal Representative”, was Alex Cohen’s name. His heart trembled violently. He never thought that Alex Cohen truly became a boss.

However, after he looked down and saw the registered capital, Richard sneered again.

"The registered capital is only 100,000? How small a company would that be? Alex, business is not good right now. It's not always possible to make money even when you're the boss. 100,000 is not a small amount for you. You have to take it easy. If you lose it, won't you still have to count on Lala to support you?"

Alex shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's no loss. I just pulled in a business today. It's just that the company has just started, and the business I took is relatively small."

"How small? Thousands? Hundreds?"

"10 million, I guess."

“You're even taking business for a thousand? Alex, you...no wait, how much did you just say? 10 million? What kind of business do you take?"

"Help the Wyatt Corporation renovate 100 houses."

"Do you think it's possible?"

Richard Sullivan could not hold back and was ready to be straightforward.

In his opinion, how could a small company with a registered capital of only 100,000 take over a 10 million business?

Isla, however, suddenly frowned.

"Alex, you took over the Greenville business?"

Alex was stunned.

"How did you know?"

"Our company’s also interested in that project, and I've even had contact with the project director, Director Zane. The conversation was going well, but today, Director Zane suddenly called and said that the project was given to another company. I thought it was another company that had gotten its hands on it, but it was you?"

“There’s such a situation?"

Alex was even more confused as he did not expect Gold Stone to want to take that business as well.

This also basically confirmed that Alex was not just making things up. It was real indeed.

Now, Richard Sullivan's family had finally stopped talking.

The 3 members of their family had all held their breath and felt worse than eating feces. The only purpose of Richard's fanfare to host this dinner was to show off and brag about Andy, who had been studying abroad for several years. It was so he could highlight their family's existence. This was because, in other aspects, he could not compare to others.

As a result, the atmosphere of the banquet was brought off course before they even got to the main topic and before the dishes were even served.

The lively dinner party that should have been a battle of wits between the two, had become Alex's monologue.

After Alex had made a spectacle of himself, he returned in peace, as if nothing had happened.

The other people present were not as calm as Alex. Each of them had their own agenda, but no one made a sound, and they all ate begrudgingly. Everyone had not eaten their lunch, but now that they were facing a table full of delicious food, they had no appetite at all.

In less than 10 minutes, they all put down their chopsticks and did not have the heart to continue.

No one knew what was going on, but felt like sitting here was too depressing and was even worse than being in jail.

Richard Sullivan's purpose in organizing this dinner had not been achieved, so he did not want to buy the bill and deliberately delayed for a while. He was disappointed because no one offered to pay for the meal. Even the always generous Victor Sullivan sat dazed.

Helplessly, Richard had no choice but to call the waiter in.

"Check please!"

The waiter answered, "The supervisor just told me that there is a Black Gold member here. If the bill is paid by someone with a Black Gold Membership Card, then you can exercise the privilege of getting this meal free of charge."

"A Black Gold member?"

Richard instantly became interested. He looked around the table and his eyes finally fixed on Victor Sullivan.

"Victor, why are you still hiding your Black Gold Membership Card? It's the restaurant that gives us a free meal. It's not like you're paying for it. Were you never going to tell us if the waiter hadn't mentioned it?"

Victor looked confused.

"I'm not."

"Still pretending? Who else here besides you is eligible to obtain a Black Gold Membership Card?"

"No, I really don't…”

Alex saw that the Sullivan brothers were about to argue and helplessly took out his Black Gold Membership Card.

"Here it is."

Suddenly, everyone seated was dumbfounded.

The waiter walked up to Alex quickly and asked respectfully, "Sir, is it you who’ll be paying the bill?"

Alex put away his Black Gold Membership Card. The corners of his lips curled up and revealed a meaningful smile...