Chapter 118 Men's Obsession with Love Is Truly Terrifying
Both Elon and William will become elites in their respective fields in the future—neither can be offended.
Dashiell's fingers relaxed slightly: "Your sister and I have been classmates for so many years. There's no need for me to talk to you guys in official terms."
At this moment, Elon was meeting a friend in Emerald City.
They were standing at the training ground watching new recruits train.
When Elon received the phone call, he walked a bit further away. As he took the call, his expression was somber, his brows tightly furrowed.
The person beside Elon noticed and looked somewhat puzzled.
Seeing Elon hang up, he asked: "Run into some trouble?"
"Someone else's business," Elon said, calling over a guard nearby to bum a cigarette.
"Never thought we'd see the day when our Elon would be troubled by love."
"Troubled by love?" Elon took a drag and murmured the phrase, then slowly shook his head: "Not really."
"What?"
"I'm not worthy yet."
The other person was surprised: "Which family's young lady is this? Someone you're not worthy of?"
The Wilson family in Emerald City—who didn't know them?
The only family comparable to the Wilsons was the Mitchell family, but after all these years of expanding business overseas, the Mitchells' local connections in Emerald City were nowhere near what they used to be.
The Wilson family had been dominating the power scene in recent years.
Elon didn't respond to his surprise. Instead, he took another drag and asked: "Have you heard of William?"
"The Satan of the legal world?"
"You've heard of him?" Elon asked.
The other person thought for a moment: "He's quite famous in the capital too."
"William is Satan in the legal world in Emerald City, and Satan in the venture capital world in the capital. Almost every project he invests in goes public. Half of the high-tech industry is in his hands. How could I not have heard of him?"
Elon's hand paused while tapping ash from his cigarette.
He hadn't heard about all this.
It seemed Emerald City people only had a partial understanding of William.
"Looks like he really is capable."
"Why are you asking about him?"
"I've taken a liking to the woman he's interested in. What do you think my chances are?"
"........."
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In William's office, Thalia stared at the documents in front of her, still deadlocked. Brian glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window—it was already dark.
Half the day had passed. Was she going to sign or not?
"Thalia, how about just signing it?"
"Your hesitation won't help! If Mr. Brown won't take your case, you'll go bankrupt."
"The way things are now, once the Ruby situation gets exposed, forget the entertainment industry—you probably won't be able to stay in society at all."
Thalia was stunned: "How do you know?"
She'd been so secretive about this and hadn't told anyone.
She never expected even a secretary like Brian would know.
Brian realized he'd said too much and wanted to cover it up, but seeing Thalia staring him down, he thought for a moment and betrayed William: "Mr. Brown told me."
Thalia's eyes darkened.
Just as she was about to say something, Brian's phone rang.
Brian answered the call. After hearing whatever was said on the other end, he glanced at Thalia, hung up, and looked at her: "Ms. Smith, Ms. Jolie asked me to tell you that Mr. Brown is on his way to see Wesley and Jasper after tonight's business event."
Thalia was shocked. She immediately grabbed her phone to call William. Dozens of calls went unanswered—clearly William had no intention of picking up.
"Take me to him," Thalia grabbed the prenuptial agreement from the desk, seized Brian by the collar, and dragged him outside.
..........
"Not answering?"
In the black Bentley, William placed his phone on the center armrest.
Angelina looked at the constantly lit phone screen, then glanced at him.
Her question received no response. William leaned back in the rear seat, eyes closed, his slender fingers interlaced and slowly rubbing together, his unhurried manner suggesting he had everything under control.
Hearing Angelina's question, Finn looked up through the rearview mirror at him.
Then he checked his watch, saw it light up, and swiped: "Boss, Brian is heading our way."
William's thin lips parted slightly: "Drive slower."
Angelina: ........ If Thalia could outplay this scheming man William, the sky would fall.
Sure enough, William always got what he wanted.
Compared to Thalia's approach of just focusing on the present and having a little romance, William—this old fox playing the long game—was the ultimate winner.
Orchestrating Walter's affair, playing Walter's scandalous video at Thalia's engagement party, spreading news about Hayden's impending death, watching Thalia reach her breaking point and then saving her.
William appeared as a savior, rescuing her from dire straits.
If you give someone a crutch, they won't thank you—they might even think you're insulting them.
But if you break their leg first, then give them a crutch, they'll be eternally grateful.
That was William's method.
Too calculating.
Far too calculating.
"What do you think will happen if Thalia finds out later?" Angelina couldn't help asking.
William, who had been resting with closed eyes, slowly opened them. His gaze was like an abyss: "You know, I know, heaven knows, earth knows. If Thalia finds out, Ms. Jolie better be prepared."
Was he threatening her?
Angelina felt a chill run down her spine at William's words.
Angelina had always known William wasn't some perfect good guy. That was why she'd chosen William over so many already successful law firms back then—because he had the mind, the means, the strategy, and the ambition. Getting rich was just a matter of time.
When William went out, he had a minimum of two cars.
First, for safety. Second... to handle emergencies quickly.
In recent years, William had been unstoppable in Emerald City, becoming a business leader in just a few years. Plenty of people were jealous.
Emerald City traffic was busy, and it was rush hour. William's instruction to "drive slower" made Finn, who was driving, suffer.
Watching cars behind them flash their lights and honk repeatedly, he didn't need to guess how badly they were being cursed at.
Sitting in the back, even Angelina felt uncomfortable. In such dense traffic, he was driving at 30 mph. Well, men in love were truly terrifying.
When William's car stopped at the agreed location, before they could get out, a black Volkswagen crashed into them.............