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Chapter 897 Not Many Suckers Out There! · Oct 09, 2026

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651 Chapter 651 Strong 2026-10-09
652 Chapter 652 Donʼt Cry... 2026-10-09
653 Chapter 653 She Wil... 2026-10-09
654 Chapter 654 So Cheesy... 2026-10-09
655 Chapter 655 Is She A Virgin? 2026-10-09
656 Chapter 656 What For??? 2026-10-09
657 Chapter 657 I Mean.. Itʼs Okay!! 2026-10-09
658 Chapter 658 Flirtatious Pervert 2026-10-09
659 Chapter 659 Colder.. The Better... 2026-10-09
660 Chapter 660 Quit pretending... 2026-10-09
661 Chapter 661 Haw About I Sleep With You.. 2026-10-09
662 Chapter 662 I Am Horny, But Only Around My Husband~ 2026-10-09
663 Chapter 663 Honey... Itʼs So Itchy... 2026-10-09
664 Chapter 664 It Feels Too Good!! 2026-10-09
665 Chapter 665 What Happen... 2026-10-09
666 Chapter 666 Peter 2026-10-09
667 Chapter 667 Drink And Enjoy 2026-10-09
668 Chapter 668 Sleep Where? 2026-10-09
669 Chapter 669 3 Step Mothers??? 2026-10-09
670 Chapter 670 This Bastard Is Too Wicked... 2026-10-09
671 Chapter 671 SO.. Damn Good.. 2026-10-09
672 Chapter 672 Bold Move 2026-10-09
673 Chapter 673 Mediate, My Ass! 2026-10-09
674 Chapter 674 Absurd 2026-10-09
675 Chapter 675 Birds Of A Feather Flock Together 2026-10-09
676 Chapter 676 Completetly Changed 2026-10-09
677 Chapter 677 You’re Divorced… Why Meddle In Other People’s Business? 2026-10-09
678 Chapter 678 4% Share 2026-10-09
679 Chapter 679 Practically Perfect 2026-10-09
680 Chapter 680 Sex Becomes A Luxury For Old Couples... 2026-10-09
681 Chapter 681 Father And Son Conflict 2026-10-09
682 Chapter 682 Pitiful Beyond Belief 2026-10-09
683 Chapter 683 Sark Hearted And Viscious 2026-10-09
684 Chapter 684 98.?%!! 2026-10-09
685 Chapter 685 Lawsuit Succesfull 2026-10-09
686 Chapter 686 So Well Hidden... 2026-10-09
687 Chapter 687 Model Man 2026-10-09
688 Chapter 688 Lily Is Broad Minded 2026-10-09
689 Chapter 689 M~~D~~ 2026-10-09
690 Chapter 690 We Are Moving Places... 2026-10-09
691 Chapter 691 Villa 2026-10-09
692 Chapter 692 How Shabby!! 2026-10-09
693 Chapter 693 You Not Happy Working Here??? 2026-10-09
694 Chapter 694 Go Easy On Me... 2026-10-09
695 Chapter 695 Baby, Did You Miss Me~ 2026-10-09
696 Chapter 696 Big Ones Really Feels Great... 2026-10-09
697 Chapter 697 Sleep With Me! 2026-10-09
698 Chapter 698 Good Night! 2026-10-09
699 Chapter 699 Avery~~ 2026-10-09
700 Chapter 700 So Early... So Annoying!! 2026-10-09

Chapter 897 Not Many Suckers Out There!

Mira rolled her eyes. ”Sharing one man? Yeah, right. Isnʼt Nancy married?”

”I know that Hans Bar is actually run by her husband, Daniel.”

”And I know Deewa and Nancyʼs personalities—if they accepted that, itʼd be scarier than a ghost story.”

Chloe laughed. ”Youʼve done your research. Yes, Deewa runs the company now, but Nancy is my manʼs sister-in-law. He invested because of her.”

”Ah...”

Mira was stunned, staring at Luis. ”Heʼs married?”

”Exactly!”

Chloe said casually. ”Sheʼs a great person. I actually get along better with her than with Nancy. Sheʼs Nancyʼs younger sister. Iʼll introduce you sometime.”

”Anyway, weʼre here to talk business—why are we gossiping?”

Mira was truly shocked. Her mind was buzzing, wondering if sheʼd misheard.

If it were Deewa, who wasnʼt well-off, or Nancy, who came from an average background, becoming mistresses for money wouldnʼt have surprised her.

Even if the guy was handsome, Chloeʼs family had always been well-off—not filthy rich, but comfortably above average.

Nancy and Deewa were proud because of their own attributes, but Chloe actually had real backing.

Her own family, her parents, her siblings—all of them held official positions.

Her career as a flight attendant was practically a family disgrace. Under those circumstances, what did money matter? If she wanted to ruin someone, she could.

Chloe as a mistress—Mira could barely believe it. If anyone had seen the real world, it would be Chloe.

Chloe was also tactful. Some things should stay hidden. They werenʼt close enough to share everything, so she kept certain secrets to herself.

Seeing Miraʼs shock, Luis cleared his throat. ”Ms. Mira, shall we get down to business?”

”Of course!”

Mira snapped back to reality. ”Iʼd like to cooperate with Blossom Media. My entire studio would merge in.”

”Revenue would follow the companyʼs bylaws, with the same split as Nancyʼs...”

”My main and side accounts would all be folded in, in exchange for a reasonable stake. Thatʼs what we should be negotiating.”

That wasnʼt unreasonable—as long as her equity demands werenʼt excessive.

But even with no business experience, Luis spotted the issue. ”We can discuss that later. But right now, the ʼTop Creatorʼ competition doesnʼt seem to involve you anymore.”

”Whether itʼs Iron Ox or your rivalry with Nancy, it hasnʼt escalated to that point.”

”Even without his cooperation, you could run your own team and do fine. So why come to us now?”

Luis looked at her calmly. ”Your feud with Iron Ox is your business. If you were sincere, youʼd talk to Deewa directly. Coming through me suggests a lack of sincerity.”

”Or maybe you chose Chloe not because sheʼs easy to talk to or your best friend, but because sheʼs your most likely way in.”

Chloe realized he was right and her expression darkened with a hint of anger.

Miraʼs expression didnʼt change. She said calmly, ”I came to Chloe because weʼre close and can communicate properly. Itʼs not as complicated as you think.”

Luis smiled. ”Fair enough. Weʼll discuss it and get back to you.”

After the meal, Luis dropped Chloe and her baby off at home, then called his sister-in-law Nancy.

”Iʼm at Danielʼs hometown!”

Nancy said sweetly. ”Do you want to come over?”

Luis took a taxi there. He had to admit, the estate the Zester family had built in the countryside—using collective and buying extra land—was quite impressive.

Four neat villas, spacious and bright courtyards, quiet and surrounded by hills and water—just as nice as any city villa.

The door was opened by Brook, wearing a house dress, glasses, and her hair pinned up—a vision of wifely seduction.

”Is your husband home?”

Luis noticed the security cameras and behaved himself, though a lecherous grin still crept onto his face.

”Heʼs out playing cards. I came with Nancy.”

Brookʼs eyes also held a hint of spring. ”But my father-in-law and the others are home, so donʼt try anything.”

Next to her villa was a prefab structure—a used RV shell that actually looked quite stylish in the yard.

”Brother-in-law Daniel, come have some tea.”

At the prefabʼs entrance, Brookʼs father-in-law was chatting with Nancy. On an intricately carved stone root table sat elegant tea sets, exuding a refined aesthetic.

Luis sat down without ceremony and said warmly, ”Uncle, what were you two discussing?”

Brook sat down too, sipping tea and smiling. ”A while ago, Nancy said she wanted to order a batch of ordinary jade pieces for a few hundred dollars each.”

”It just so happens my father-in-law recently took on two carving apprentices. Sheʼs here to pick up the finished pieces.”

Luis walked into the prefab with interest. It was filled with jade-carving machines, lined up in rows.

Two middle-aged women in dust masks were working at a table, the machines emitting a harsh screech and the acrid smell of stone dust.

Piles of jade fragments—of all colors and sizes—were stacked like mountains. Before polishing, they looked like construction waste.

Both apprentices were in wheelchairs—disabled. This kind of work suited them well.

When they noticed someone enter, they looked up briefly then resumed working, wearing protective eyewear.

Luis stepped back outside. Brookʼs father-in-law brought out a table and laid out the finished jade pieces.

Jewelry is fascinating—even if youʼre not an expert, you can instinctively tell when something is expensive.

Cheap pieces are just as obvious. It seems to be a natural human instinct.

The pieces on the table were varied in style—safety buckles, plain plaques, all with simple carvings and mixed colors. Cheap stuff, about twenty pieces in total.

”Uncle, I really appreciate this!”

Nancy said cheerfully as she admired them.

She took out a red envelope with ten thousand dollars and said apologetically, ”You have to take this, or Iʼll feel too embarrassed to come back.”

Brookʼs father-in-law didnʼt refuse. He casually set the envelope aside and said with a smile, ”Weʼre family. Youʼre being too polite. Fine, I wonʼt argue with you.”

That worked out to less than five hundred dollars per piece—very cheap indeed.

Luis added, ”Uncle, even between brothers, accounts should be clear. You should at least cover your costs—this is too cheap.”

Her father-in-law poured tea and chuckled. ”Iʼm still making a profit.”

”These are leftover scraps from years ago. Carving them myself isnʼt worth the effort, and throwing them away felt wasteful, so theyʼve just been collecting dust.”

”Since Nancy needed them, and an old buddy of mine heads the local association, I took on these two apprentices to give them practice.”

”Itʼs enough to cover their wages and a small red envelope.”

Brook brought over a bag of jewelry boxes.

She sat beside them and packed the pieces with practiced ease, tying them with fine gold thread—instant class. No one would believe these were under five hundred dollars each.

”The carving is still a bit rough.”

Her father-in-law was still critical. He called out to the prefab, ”Take your time and do it right. In the old days, with work like this, youʼd be too embarrassed to ask for payment.”

”Got it!”

The two apprentices said in unison.

Nancy still felt bad and brought two bottles of Remy Martin from her car. ”Uncle, keep these for yourself.”

”Deal!”

Her father-in-law didnʼt refuse this time. He laughed. ”The red envelope will be their wages, and the liquor is your filial gift.”

”Iʼll bring you some tea next time.”

Nancy said sweetly.

Riding back to the city in Nancyʼs G-Wagon with Brook, Luis learned that Nancy had practically begged the old man to take the ten thousand. And that was for fifty pieces, not twenty.

Luis was surprised. ”Wouldnʼt that mean your father-in-law is taking a huge loss?”

Brook chuckled and said, ”No loss at all. He made his fortune long ago.”

”People lose money on things like gambling on rough stones. But my father-in-law buys pre-cut stones and bids in bulk—heʼs been at it so long heʼs practically a wizard at it.”

”My mother-in-law said that back then, just the bracelets he cut from the stones already covered the costs and then some.”

”The cores of the bracelets were pure profit. Even the scraps with decent color and quality could be turned into simple pendants and plaques—still profit.”

”As for this batch, theyʼre just leftovers that arenʼt worth selling but are a shame to throw away.”

Luis said, ”Even so, these scraps look pretty nice to me. Places like this would sell them for thousands.”

”Not that many suckers out there.”

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