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

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901 Chapter 901 Not Petty! 2026-10-09
902 Chapter 902 69 2026-10-09
903 Chapter 903 So Full!!! 2026-10-09
904 Chapter 904 Why Isnʼt It Going Soft? 2026-10-09
905 Chapter 905 Go Down On Me~ 2026-10-09
906 Chapter 906 Damn Fool 2026-10-09
907 Chapter 907 New House? 2026-10-09
908 Chapter 908 Big Sis Always Busy... 2026-10-09
909 Chapter 909 Donʼt Lick, I Am Trying To Talk 2026-10-09
910 Chapter 910 You Are Our Kryptonite! 2026-10-09
911 Chapter 911 Mom... Embarrassed... 2026-10-09
912 Chapter 912 Letʼs Surrender 2026-10-09
913 Chapter 913 Donʼt Touch My Asshole! 2026-10-09
914 Chapter 914 I Missed You! 2026-10-09
915 Chapter 915 Bubbles Agreed? 2026-10-09
916 Chapter 916 No Longer Shy! 2026-10-09
917 Chapter 917 Fck Off! 2026-10-09
918 Chapter 918 Feel Heavenly Tonight! 2026-10-09
919 Chapter 919 Mira And Nancy~ 2026-10-09
920 Chapter 920 Mira Stop Pretending 2026-10-09
921 Chapter 921 Fulfilled 2026-10-09
922 Chapter 922 Half Jealous 2026-10-09
923 Chapter 923 Pet 2026-10-09
924 Chapter 924 Rimming? 2026-10-09
925 Chapter 925 Donʼt Gang Up On Me! 2026-10-09
926 Chapter 926 Going Soft!!! 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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