My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 1413

The Weaver family, on the other hand, fell to become a third-tier family and were even struggling to hold their ground in Capiton. Given these facts, it was evident that Southern Heaven Pharmaceuticals had a backing as solid as steel. The elite families native to Jonford were aware of this since they knew the company was owned by the notorious Lady Demon of Jonford. They never imagined her support to be this formidable, however.

A key figure from a second-tier family in Jonford spoke up solemnly, "Son, when we get back, make sure to note in our family records that we must never provoke Southern Heaven Pharmaceuticals." "Dad, I wrote it down a few days ago!"

"Well done, my child!" The old man stroked his beard in satisfaction.

Hera turned to Luther and said, "Drakonia is a nation of etiquette, where mutual respect and reciprocity have always been held in high regard.

"As a decision-maker of a large enterprise, you're using your power to bully others and strut around arrogantly. Is that all the depth you have?"

Luther's neck turned red, but he found himself speechless. Ultimately, the fault lay with his party today. He had indeed intended to use his power to bully others, but who could have expected his random targeting of a person to draw out so many top-tier forces? The muscles in Fredrich's face twitched. When Hera's gaze turned toward him, he quickly turned and made a hasty retreat.

Stone Group? Who gave a rat's ass about them?

King of Eastjon? He might be able to go up against them, but with the Sloans of Henley City and Universal Group jumping into the fray, things had escalated beyond his capacity. The Blanco and Sloan families might be business kings, but Universal Group was the emperor.

Derek reveled in the chaos. "Weren't you acting all tough just now? Why don't you act tough again for daddy to see?" he taunted.

The now miserable young man in a white suit and sweated profusely.

Feeling slightly tipsy after a few drinks, Rosella decided to confront Luther directly. Eyes narrowed on Luther, she asked, "Mr. Marcon, do you need me to have someone kick you out?" Her blunt dismissal left no room for the man to try to save face. Luther's expression darkened, feeling completely slighted by Rosella.

"Mr. Marcon, when the hills are kept green, you'll never run out of firewood. Let's leave for now," the young man in the white suit whispered, fearful that Luther might recklessly start a conflict with the King of Eastjon.

Should that happen, he would be affected, given he was the main instigator.

Taking a deep breath, Luther finally turned around and left, his expression gloomy.

Elrog heaved a sigh of relief, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"This is absurd!" A seating dispute had almost triggered a clash among the titans of the business world.

Rosella looked toward Elrog and said gently, "Mr. Elrog, it's getting late. The ceremony should begin now."

Her tone was soft but tinged with an undertone of annoyance that seemed directed at him. Elrog felt a pang of bitterness. His niece seemed to dislike him once again.

He walked to the front with heavy steps and accepted the microphone handed to him by a staff member. He began his speech by explaining the challenges involved in developing Gladwell. He then described the villas' architectural style and various other high-end designs incorporated.

Finally, he announced that the villas were officially open for presale. The presale would be conducted through the official website, and customers would need to enter a seven-digit code from their invitation at the registration to receive a discount based on the level of their invitation.

"Honey, you go buy the house. I'll take care of Micah!" Nash said, then transferred 20 billion to Hera's account.

Even though Hera had been prepared for this, she was still shocked. Her eyes twitched, and her mouth went dry as she stammered, "Honey, this... is too much." "Buy the penthouse villa. If it's not enough, I'll give you more. Any extra you can use as pocket money." Nash's lips curved in a smile, his dark eyes filled with affection.