Zachary was so scared that his legs went weak. He dared not to say no.He walked up to Skylar right away, bent down and cupped his fist. âMr. Stone, Iâve offended you earlier. Please forgive me!âSkylar didnât say anything and didnât even look at him.Zachary peeked at Homer.The next moment, his heart skipped a beat.A dagger was placed at Homerâs waist, and Homerâs hand was just above dagger. It seemed like he was ready to pull out the sword.âMr. Stone⦠I was wrong! Please forgive me this time.âThis time, Zachary fell to his knees in front of Skylar, tearfully begging for mercy.Skylar cast a glance at him, then nodded at Homer and entered the clubhouse.The greeters at the entrance all knew Homer and naturally welcomed Skylar in with respect when they saw that Homer even had to respect Skylar.Zachary waited until Skylar had left far away before he dared to get up and asked, undeterred, âMr. Homer, Mr. Stone isâ¦ââIs Mr. Stoneâs identity something you can ask?âHomer gave Zachary a death stare and left.Zachary was not even qualified to ask the identity of that person?Zachary froze in place and instantly felt small to the extreme.In the reception hall on the second floor.The melodious music was accompanied by a crowd, holding glasses of wine and laughing elegantly.Suddenly, a commotion came from the doorway.A man and a woman came in side by side.The manâs body was upright, and he was handsome.He was the Moody familyâs eldest son, Strickland Moody.And the woman next to him in a gorgeous dress turned out to be Valerie. Valerie wore a delicate makeup, showing a professional smile. But her empty eyes had showed her inner thoughts.Today, she was beautiful but did not look sincere.âHello, Mr. Strickland!ââMr. Strickland, you are here! âMany people flattered Strickland.The initiator of todayâs charity reception was Strickland, and those who could come here were, of course, inextricably connected to him.Naturally, they all respected Strickland.Strickland enjoyed the attention.Leading Valerie, he walked to the front of the stage.âGood afternoon, everyone!
Iâm the initiator of todayâs reception, Strickland Moody. This time, our theme is to care for children left behind in poor areas. Those childrenâs parents are working in the big cities, and they are working with their grandparents in the fields every day, doing things that desert them at an age when they should be studying the most. I would like to build a few elementary schools for them. Please donate according to your capability, and we will accomplish this good deed together!â Strickland took the microphone and spoke impassionedly.âWell said!ââStrickland, we support you!âThe crowd under the stage was busy cheering.Just then, a bald man in a black suit, holding a glass of wine, walked up to Strickland and said, âStrickland, letâs cheer for your kindness!âStrickland looked happy, took the wine from the waiter and said, âThank you, Mr. Newman! Cheers!âStrickland raised his glass.Goodwin Newman, Goodwin, suddenly laughed. âMr. Strickland, your new girlfriend doesnât seem to know the rules.â