Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 370: 370 Burl Radcliffe’s Car_1

Chapter 370: Chapter 370 Burl Radcliffe’s Car_1

By the time Julius Reed returned to Gonzalez City, he found out about the incident at Radcliffe Group.

He had originally thought that with Quella Radcliffe completely in power and Ovidiu Cook’s strong support, the group would thrive.

And at the beginning, it indeed did.

But after Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter were reported dead, all the businessmen in the Five-river Province began to trouble Radcliffe Group.

The reason they were willing to extend an olive branch for cooperation was precisely because of the inspection by Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter.

Two top leaders from the province gathering in Gonzalez City, and planning to invest in a new project—how could such a business opportunity not stir action?

However, with the bizarre deaths of both, coupled with some rumors, they quickly distanced themselves from Radcliffe Group.

Some even added insult to injury, blaming the misfortune on Radcliffe Group.

To expand the company’s scale, Quella Radcliffe imported a large batch of equipment, and at the same time, built two new workshops.

If put into production, according to the quantity of orders signed previously, it would take less than a year to break even, and they could even realize profits.

After all, future orders were supposed to increase, logically speaking.

But now, with everyone collectively canceling orders, it was akin to pulling the rug out from under Radcliffe Group, causing a complete break in the financial chain.

These days Quella Radcliffe was roaming around Gonzalez City, seeking financing, but those banks that were previously welcoming with smiles had all become resolute.

No loans!

Even at high interest rates, no one was willing to lend money to Radcliffe Group in this emergency.

As for those who had enmity with Radcliffe Group, they took the chance to kick them while they were down, frantically suppressing Radcliffe Group and snatching away a large number of distributors.

Looking at the reports in front of him, Julius Reed lightly touched his nose.

This was a sign of his anger.

“Master, do we need to get involved?” Cosmo asked in a low voice beside him.

Julius Reed sat on the sofa at home, while Quella Radcliffe was not at home due to some matters.

She even neglected the scare that happened during the day and went out to a party with Anna Harris.

“Is it safe?” Julius Reed looked up at Cosmo.

If he were to have people follow Quella Radcliffe around all day, it would be like making Quella Radcliffe a bird in a cage, with no joy in life whatsoever.

He wanted to have people outside to silently ensure Quella Radcliffe’s safety, but without her feeling it.

That would make her much more comfortable.

“Rest assured, our people are not far behind, making sure the mistress is safe.” Cosmo felt some guilt—the incident this morning resulted in Quella Radcliffe being kidnapped, but coming back Julius Reed did not utter a word of rebuke, leaving her feeling deeply remorseful to this moment.

“She should have a life of her own.”

Julius Reed threw the document he was holding onto the couch and asked Cosmo, “What kind of party is this?”

Quella Radcliffe only mentioned going to a party and brought along her close friend Anna Harris but she never revealed what the party was about.

“It’s a party organized by Bran Cook, the young master of the Cook Family in Gonzalez City. Bran Cook has been in the capital until recently and is said to have made over thirty billion this year. After returning, he organized this party with the aim of networking with local rich young masters to facilitate starting a company when he returns.” Cosmo had already investigated everything clearly.

“Bran Cook? First time I’ve heard of him, but a man’s instinct tells me, today’s event is not that simple!”

Julius Reed stood up, put on his coat, and said, “Come with me, if it’s just a simple party, then so be it, but if there’s another purpose, I’d like to join for a drink or two.”

“Should we inform the mistress?”

Cosmo tentatively asked, as Quella Radcliffe did not bring Julius Reed, seemingly intending for him to follow along.

“No need, we’re not going inside, just having a cigarette outside.” Julius Reed pushed open the door and strode out of the villa.

…

The Cook Family barely qualified as a second-tier family in Gonzalez City, a notch below the top tier but significantly stronger than the second tier.

Families like the Radcliffe Family were considered second-tier, with a wealth gap in the tens of billions compared to the Cook Family.

After returning to the country, Bran Cook established himself in the capital, mingling well with many wealthy young people there, and with his unique connections, he carved out his own niche.

In just over a year, he turned a profit of over thirty billion, earning a reputation as a business prodigy.

Of course, a significant portion of that was used to network with those wealthy individuals in the capital.

His return to Gonzalez City was partly due to the upcoming Chinese New Year, which naturally called for a return home for the holidays.

Additionally, he wanted to show off his achievements and share the fruits of his labor with his former classmates and friends.

After all, wealth and honor undisplayed in one’s hometown are like brocaded robes worn in the darkness of night.

The wine party was held at a private club funded by the Cook Family. Half a year ago, Bran Cook had already begun preparing for this event, hoping to seize the same high-quality local resources as Ovid Cook.

The club is not open to the public; entry is only possible with an invitation.

Ever since the No. 1 young master of Gonzalez City, Jaxen Brandon, was killed, the whole city had fallen into a state of headless dragons, with the second-generation rich competing to flaunt their wealth, all vying for the title of the city’s top scion.

Unfortunately, as soon as Bran Cook returned, these people all paled in comparison.

The club was not far from Julius Reed’s villa; a twenty-minute drive brought them to the entrance of the club.

But before they could park, a security guard approached, exuding an intimidating presence, and said, “Get lost! Do you think this is a place for you?”

“Say that again!”

Cosmo was about to take action, but was stopped by Julius Reed.

There was no need for unnecessary conflict; stooping to the level of such people would only diminish their own value.

“Are you deaf? Get lost now! Look at what kind of cars are around here. With your piece of junk, don’t embarrass us here!”

The security guards quickly surrounded them, driving Julius Reed away from the place.

But just then, a car caught Julius Reed’s attention.

Burl Radcliffe’s Passat!

Since it was a private club, the area was surrounded by luxury cars.

So the dilapidated Passat stood out all the more obtrusively.

What was Burl Radcliffe doing here at a party frequented by the youth?

And without a doubt, wherever Burl Radcliffe appeared, Knox Ridge was sure to follow!

The two were inseparable, always seen together wherever they went.

“I’m telling you, if you don’t leave now, we’ll have to get physical…”

Bang!

Julius Reed instantly floored the accelerator, knocking several security guards to the ground.

“Damn it, you little bastard, stop right there!”

The guards were caught off guard, tumbling and landing with bruises on their faces.

Fortunately, the car wasn’t going too fast, and the distance wasn’t far, so aside from some bruises, there were no serious injuries.

“Bad luck!”

“I must kill him when I see him!”

“You little bastard!”

After a round of curses, the security guards hurried back to the entrance of the club, directing the vehicles that were coming in.

Less than a hundred meters from the club, Julius Reed stopped the car, pondering the reason for Knox Ridge’s presence there.

“Are you… Julius Reed?”

But just then, a voice suddenly came from the Rolls-Royce in front of him.

The Rolls-Royce slowly reversed, then rolled down its window and the person inside looked at Julius Reed, “I haven’t mistaken you for someone else, have I?”

“You are…”

Julius Reed eyed the young man in front of him, but couldn’t remember where he had seen him before.

Cosmo, on the other hand, turned and walked away, pretending not to know Julius Reed, and quietly lurked in the shadows to protect him.

“I’m Yasser Davenport! I even gave a gift when you married Quella Radcliffe!”

Yasser Davenport got out of the car, approached with a jovial laugh: “Who would have thought we’d meet again! So, are you here for the wine party too?”

Since the club was right there, Yasser Davenport naturally assumed Julius Reed was there to attend as well.

“I would have liked to, but the guards kicked me out, said my car was too crummy,” Julius Reed said, pointing to his modestly purchased Magotan, with a wry smile on his face.

“Damn! These bastards, follow me!”

Yasser Davenport warmly pulled Julius Reed over to his Rolls-Royce, “Brother, I’ll get you in!”

“Then I’ll take you up on that offer,” Julius Reed nodded and sat in the passenger seat.