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Chapter 1087: Chapter 1087: Lend a Hand
"What the hell, third-generation rich kid, when have you ever attended elementary school? At six, you were in the best private academy, and you pulled down all the girls’ pants in class, and the principal begged to send you back home."
Mark Jackson pinched Aron Jackson’s shoulder, grinding his teeth and said, "Your mom is a top ten figure in the wealth rankings of the Americas, does she really need to buy you a TV on credit? The village chief’s kid, is it a global village?"
"You... you’re lying?"
The girl blinked, somewhat incredulous.
Just now, she was listening and crying.
"No, don’t listen to his nonsense!"
Mark Jackson showed the Rolex on his wrist, speaking with a touch of sadness, "Will you believe me?"
"I believe!"
The girl nodded vigorously.
"Then wait for me here."
Mark Jackson’s fingers gently touched his own lips, then he made a flying kiss gesture.
"Get the drinks ready, waiting to hear my story."
Having said that, he disappeared into the crowd with Aron Jackson.
"Big Boss Aron, who’s so anxious to see me? Didn’t you see I was hitting on a girl, and almost succeeded!"
Mark Jackson couldn’t help but complain.
He was the son of Alex Jackson, a rich businessman from the Americas.
His mother was a well-known female tycoon, chairperson of the Tammy Company.
One could say Mark Jackson was literally born with a golden key in his mouth.
Years and years of a plain and monotonous life made him feel a bit weary.
So he often pretended to be a poor person, appearing all over the world.
First, he would tell a tragic tale of his life, usually about growing up in the countryside, enduring countless hardships, and suffering numerous cold shoulders.
Then with his signature phrases, he would move these inexperienced girls.
Lastly, he would reveal his private helicopter.
The repeated routine was something Mark Jackson never tired of.
He had even specially studied combat, finance, literature, history.
Almost everything that girls were interested in, he was proficient in.
"Mark Jackson, it’s so simple with money. Show your identity, and how many girls in the world could resist?"
Aron Jackson led him to the office door, knocking gently.
"Big Boss Aron, you have to knock on your own office door?"
Mark Jackson found this amusing.
He and Aron Jackson had met in Gonzalez City, and it had been three years since they knew each other.
When Mark Jackson first came to Gonzalez City to play, he used this same story to lure Aron Jackson’s sister and got caught by Aron Jackson on the spot.
A beating ensued!
They say no fight, no acquaintance; after Aron Jackson beat up Mark Jackson, Mark Jackson instead asked him to dinner.
In Mark Jackson’s own words, he’d never been hit before, and it was truly refreshing!
"The person inside is someone you can’t afford to offend, so behave when you go in."
After saying this, Aron Jackson turned the door handle.
"Big Brother!"
After entering, he nodded towards Julius Reed.
"You’re Mark Jackson?"
Julius Reed, sitting in the boss chair, looked over Mark Jackson and said with a smile, "I’ve heard you’re quite something. Many women can’t escape your clutches. Is that true?"
"Ah!"
Mark Jackson lowered his head and took a deep breath.
"Sitting in such a spacious office, you must feel very happy, right? Why let a country boy like me witness such luxury! I even got red-eyed, gnashing my teeth to pieces! My hands, clenched into fists!"
He quietly sobbed, his tone carrying resentment, "Can’t you let me be at peace..."
"Let’s see, how many teeth you’ve gnashed to pieces."
Suddenly appearing in front of Mark Jackson, without anyone knowing when, Julius Reed was there!
He grabbed his chin!
Crack!
The other hand pulled out a tooth.
"Good. Now, you’ve lost one tooth."
Julius Reed threw the tooth away and turned back to sit down in his chair.
"Are you still red-eyed now?"
"Hiss... you..."
Mark Jackson covered his mouth, fresh blood streaming out continuously.
"I already told you, don’t mess around!"
Aron Jackson took out a handkerchief from his pocket, handed it over, and patiently explained, "This is my older brother, Julius Reed."
"Ouch!"
Mark Jackson cringed in pain, squatting on the ground with his fists clenched tight.
"I heard you are a third-generation rich kid who spends his days seeking life experiences."
Julius Reed tapped the desk gently with his finger, "Lift your head, I have something to show you."
"What?"
Hearing this, Mark Jackson looked up, irritation in his eyes.
"See this ashtray?"
Julius pointed at the ashtray, lifting his right hand slightly upwards.
A Grandmaster’s power, capable of manipulating objects through the air!
The ashtray floated in midair and moved towards Mark Jackson.
"Magic?"
Mark blurted out, his eyes glued to the ashtray.
"No, it’s a superpower."
With that, Julius clasped his hands together violently!
Bang!
The ashtray shattered into pieces, exploding on the spot!
This unexpected loud noise made Mark Jackson sit down on his butt, his heart pounding wildly!
"My God, a deity?"
He spoke, stunned.
"Do me a favor. Otherwise, I could try making your head..."
Julius chuckled, "Just kidding; I never coerce anyone. If you’re willing to help, we’ll be friends from now on. If anyone dares to mess with you, I’ll crush them just like that ashtray!"
"Deal!"
Mark Jackson sprang to his feet, throwing the blood-stained handkerchief on the ground, "I’m definitely making friends with you!"
He had been pampered since childhood, traveling the world.
But this was the first time he’d seen someone who could move objects through the air, let alone shatter an ashtray.
This was Aron Jackson’s office; Mark Jackson believed it was no trick.
"Tell me, what do you need help with?"
He walked over to Julius, "I like your style."
Dominance!
An invisible aura surrounded the other man.
Confident and authoritative!
"This is Teddy Lena, a famous socialite from Abernathy Province."
Julius pulled open a drawer, took out a stack of photos, and slammed them on the table.
"Seduce her! If you’re capable, and you get her into bed, I’ll fulfill one of your requests."
"Decent looks, seems tough, but in reality, it’s simpler than me starting a Fortune 500 company."
Mark Jackson carefully examined the photos, "Just let me see her, and I can handle her in one day!"
For others, claiming to start a Fortune 500 company would be a joke.
But for Mark Jackson, it was easier than eating.
"Just get into her bed?"
Mark was somewhat skeptical, "Your ex-girlfriend? Or an enemy of yours?"
"Of course, it won’t be that simple."
Julius stood up and moved behind Mark, "Find out Horton Moore’s whereabouts. This woman is Horton Moore’s lover. Since the Leocadia Family incident, Horton Moore has been with this woman every day. Complete this task, and I’ll grant you a wish."
"Agreed!"
Mark stuffed the photos into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, "Really, any request will do?"
"Within reason."
Julius patted his shoulder, "As long as it’s not excessive, it’s possible."
"Done! My request is very simple."
Mark lit the cigarette in his mouth, turned around with one hand in his pocket, and chuckled lightly, "You better not regret it when the time comes."
"In a moment, I’ll send you the information on Teddy Lena. Whether or not you can find out Horton Moore’s whereabouts is up to your skills."
Julius turned and pushed the door open.
"You’ve got quite the attitude, friend!"
Mark muttered.
But suddenly, his eyes widened.
Even his cigarette dropped to the ground in shock.
Before him, the entire desk suddenly levitated.
Just like the ashtray had before.
