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"Oops!"

"Chris, you're a thief crying 'stop thief!'!"

"Damn it, if you don't know how to use idioms, don't use them randomly."

"Oh, then what idiom should we use?"

"Using a veiled insult to criticize another!"

"Cough cough..."

"..."

"Clara Lee, don't think that just because you're my sister you can spread rumors here." Chris seemed to feel guilty after Clara's words, his eyes darting around, but he still gritted his teeth and said.

"Spreading rumors and misleading the public—what a fine idiom!"

"You know better than I who called the doctor who robbed the exhibition."

You just want to make a big fuss by using the doctor so that Wilson and Huang Bingyao will hand over power!

Unfortunately, a troublemaker appeared out of nowhere and ruined your plans. Plus, the doctor was smarter than you and didn't kill that family right away...

"Shut up!"

Before Clara could finish speaking, Pendingkang roared with red eyes.

Clara shrugged, then slowly stood up: "You guys can't beat Dong Tianbao. Li Huanggua has already thought of this, and we'll see the answer by the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Oh, right! Friendly reminder: if you still want to make money in Hong Kong, Chung Ching Society should obediently prepare for battle tonight, and then hand over Chung Ching Society to me. I'll make an extra 50 million for everyone here every year...”

"Clara..."

"Tch, stop yelling, I'm leaving now!" Clara said, turning and leaving without looking back.

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Everyone knows that Clara is Chris's sister, his half-sister.

As everyone watched Clara's departing figure, they secretly thought that this woman was no ordinary person, but many others began to have their own thoughts.

Chris is too cunning and only cares about himself, while Clara seems complicated, but her words are convincing. Perhaps it's worth considering investing in her.

Chris's face was ashen, his fingers digging deeply into the leather sofa.

"That... bitch." Chris uttered the four words through gritted teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

"I don't care what grudges you two have. Since you want to protect Li Huanggua, then you should listen to what your sister just said. Tonight, the Zhongqing Society must be mobilized."

If you don't have the strength, then mobilize the police. Although the police station is currently run by Wilson and Wong Bing-yao, those who want to climb the ranks can still mobilize them.

After speaking, a blond-haired foreigner in his forties or fifties looked at Chris, then got up and left the governor's mansion.

"Chris, Vincent is right, and you were right too, but remember we're all in the same boat. If you try anything underhanded, we can throw you overboard in a heartbeat!"

After the white-haired foreigner finished speaking, he also left.

If one person leaves, then two will follow. In just two or three minutes, only four people remain in the huge Governor's House hall.

And these four people were also vassals of the Chris family.

They actually wanted to leave, but they didn't dare.

The crystal chandelier in the hall cast long shadows of the four people.

Chris stared at the empty mahogany table. The warmth of the three chairs opposite him hadn't yet dissipated, but the people there were already gone.

The portrait of the Queen on the wall appeared particularly indifferent under the light, like a captain looking down at a sinking ship.

"Young Master..." It was the old butler, Ali, who had been by Chris's side for thirty years, his hair completely white at the roots. "According to reports from the subordinates, Vincent did not return to the company but went to Tsim Sha Tsui."

Chris turned his head sharply: "Tsim Sha Tsui?"

"Yes, the Hanting Hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui, the hotel where Miss Clara is staying."

Something in the air broke apart.

Chris slowly stood up, his fingers tracing the untouched cup of black tea on the table.

The tea had gone cold, and a thin film of oil had formed on the surface of the water.

He picked up his cup, walked to the picture of Victoria Harbour noodles on the wall, and slammed the cup heavily onto the floor.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence. Chris stood there motionless, and no one disturbed him; instead, they watched quietly.

Five minutes later.

Chris slowly asked, "Uncle Ali, how old is Clara this year?"

"Yes, young master is 28. According to the Chinese calendar, he is exactly 28 years old." Ali thought for a moment and answered truthfully.

"How many years did she stay in the Dragon Kingdom?"

"I returned to Foshan, China when I was three years old, and only returned to my family this year."

"Uncle Ali, mobilize your resources to find out all the details of her life in Foshan over the years."

"Yes, young master!"

The remaining four people sitting on the sofa listened to the conversation between the two, full of questions.

Could it be that Miss Clara is an imposter?

Or was it switched?

"You four go and tell the Ding family that we'll fight them tonight, and if they can't win, we'll intervene." Just as the four were still speculating, Chris turned to them and gave them his orders.

"Okay! We'll go right away."

The four quickly agreed and then left the governor's mansion.

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Hanting Hotel, Tsim Sha Tsui.

Inside the luxury suite.

Vincent looked at the three glasses of red wine that had been poured on the coffee table. "Miss Clara, you're really something, knowing exactly when the three of us would come."

Wells and Byron glanced at the red wine that had been poured on the coffee table, paused for a second, then smiled and said nothing.

Just quietly watch what this dragon-eagle hybrid will say next.

"Because you all like money, just like me."

"Haha! Miss Clara is certainly straightforward, but we all agree on that."

After laughing heartily, Vincent picked up his glass, took a small sip, and savored it carefully. "Good wine," he said. "Let's not beat around the bush. We can provide you with the Chung Ching Society; we can cooperate with you in both politics and business."

But you need to demonstrate the same level of ability.

Clara didn't speak, but smiled slightly and looked at Wells and Byron.

Byron and Wells nodded. "Vincent can represent both of us."

The words are simple, but very clear.

Clara then got up and went into the room, and soon came out with a stack of documents.

"Hong Kong will definitely see better development after 97, and these will be the most profitable industries in Hong Kong in the future."

"As long as you dare to go all in and trust me, I'm sure that even if you leave the family, you'll become one of the world's top 100 richest people." Clara placed the documents in front of Vincent, exuding confidence.

Vincent smiled politely, but instead of speaking, he picked up the documents and began to read them.

Ten minutes later, with a look of utter disbelief, he said, "I completely agree with real estate, electricity, telecommunications, media and entertainment, insurance, export trade, and finance."

But I don't really understand mobile phones, e-commerce, new energy, and real estate in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and the Yangtze River Delta region.

Are you serious about developing real estate projects, especially in remote and impoverished areas like Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Shanghai, Beijing, and Guangzhou?

And will you even be able to get in?

"Mr. Vincent, my mother is from the mainland, so she's practically half-Chinese. Do you think I'll be able to get in?"

"Besides, the mainland today is not the mainland you saw many years ago. Dong Tianbao has invested tens of billions of Hong Kong dollars in the mainland. Do you think he would have nothing better to do than have too much money to spend?"

Clara picked up a Liqun cigarette from the table, lit it, took a puff, and instead of explaining, slowly asked a question in return.

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