The Moon Island deal wasn't kept secret for long.
In a city like this—where information flowed faster than capital—news of any major transaction among the top families spread almost immediately. What surprised everyone wasn't that Moon Island had changed hands, but who it had been sold to.
Jason Carter.
That alone was enough to make people pause.
After all, the Will family had always treated Moon Island as their final residence—a long-term family stronghold. They had poured years of effort into permits, zoning, coastal protections, and infrastructure, not to mention the web of relationships required to push the project through.
And now… it was gone.
"Did Jason Carter really become that influential?""Or did the Will family fall on hard times?"
Speculation ran wild.
Some of the wealthy residents, especially those who had once discreetly inquired about Moon Island and been turned down without hesitation, couldn't help but feel bitter.
It slowly dawned on them that it wasn't that the Will family refused to sell.
It was that they themselves were never qualified to buy.
Perhaps sensing the direction public opinion was taking—or perhaps unwilling to let rumors fester—the Will family made an unusual move.
They disclosed the transaction price.
The moment the number came out, the upper circles exploded.
"110 million dollars?! Are you kidding me?""That island isn't even worth fifty!""Even if you add the Will family's connections and sunk costs, sixty would already be pushing it.""Adding another on top of that is insane."
But after the initial shock, the tone slowly changed.
"At that price, of course they sold.""I would've sold too—anyone would.""Make thirty or forty million in pure profit overnight? Who wouldn't?""Build another mansion somewhere else. Or just buy one. Luxury homes aren't exactly scarce."
The final consensus was unanimous.
This wasn't the Will family lowering their pride.
This was Jason Carter throwing money at the problem until it disappeared.
And the most terrifying part?
He didn't seem to care at all.
People started connecting dots.
"Before New Year's, he spent billions here.""During the holidays, he was acquiring companies across multiple cities—tens of billions in total.""Do you realize how absurd that is?"
Even the business owners who had personally witnessed Jason casually approve a $270 million acquisition just the night before were stunned all over again.
That deal, outrageous as it seemed, at least made some business sense. A premium acquisition, yes—but one with upside.
Moon Island?
An asset with questionable appreciation potential, especially in the current real estate climate.
Paying 110 million dollars for it wasn't an investment.
It was a statement.
A declaration that money itself held no weight to him.
When Ethan heard the news, he immediately called Victor.
"You helped broker the Moon Island deal, didn't you?" Ethan asked.
Victor let out a helpless laugh. "I barely did anything. I just made the introduction. I never imagined Jason would go that far."
Ethan was silent for two seconds, then cursed softly.
"That's insane. I thought my family was wealthy—but standing next to him, I feel broke."
Victor didn't argue.
Instead, he sighed with genuine envy.
"If I could spend money like that," he said, "I wouldn't hesitate for a second."
Neither of them said it out loud—but both knew the truth.
Jason Carter wasn't just richer than them.
He was playing on a completely different scale.
Jason had long become a measuring stick for wealth.
Ethan Roy and Kevin Victor their family assets exceeded ten billion yuan, and unlike useless heirs, both of them were capable and had real authority within their families. On a normal day, each of them could mobilize hundreds of millions without difficulty. If there was an emergency, the entire family stood behind them.
Among ordinary people, they were unquestionable tycoons—figures standing at the very peak of society.
Yet when placed beside Jason Carter, even they felt… poor.
That sense of disparity wasn't something Jason deliberately created. It was simply the natural result of standing too close to someone who treated hundreds of millions like pocket change.
Meanwhile, Wanda and Molly spent an entire day searching for Jason after losing track of him.
They had no special privileges, no powerful family backing, and no real information network. Compared to the wealthy circles, they were like headless flies, running around without any direction.
By nightfall, they still hadn't found even a single useful clue.
Left with no other choice, they turned to their last resort—Sweetie.
Sweetie's greatest asset wasn't money, but people.
Specifically, the women who had already "gone ashore"—socialites who had successfully married into wealth or attached themselves to powerful men. Each of these women represented a gateway into elite circles.
Of course, these connections couldn't be used lightly. Once a woman had gone ashore, she was no longer under Sweetie's control. Every favor spent was one fewer favor left, and push too hard, and the connection could be lost entirely.
But this time, Sweetie didn't hesitate.
Jason Carter was worth it.
She immediately contacted Renee, a former member of the academy who had successfully married into a wealthy family in New Work and was now living the life of a true socialite.
Renee was currently in her prime—favored, secure, and deeply embedded in upper society.
When Sweetie mentioned Jason Carter, Renee laughed softly.
"This Mr Carter is the hottest figure right now," Renee said. "Even my husband has been looking for an opportunity to get close to him. If Wanda can really win him over, she'll skyrocket overnight."
Sweetie's eyes lit up. "Wanda is currently not far from your place."
Renee paused for a moment, then smiled. "Have her add me. I'll send my driver to pick her up. I'll give her some advice."
Sweetie immediately understood the deeper meaning behind those words.
If Wanda succeeded, Renee's husband would gain a bridge to Jason Carter.
Power helping power—everyone wins.
Not long after, a Maybach slowly pulled up in front of a café.
Wanda and Molly hurried over.
The rear window lowered, revealing a refined and elegant face.
Renee.
She wore a mink coat with a silver fox collar, a flawless string of pearls around her neck, a massive diamond ring on her slender finger, and a gold bracelet glowing faintly under the streetlights.
She wasn't flamboyant.
She was noble.
The kind of calm, restrained elegance that only came from long-term immersion in high society.
Wanda and Molly both felt a stab of envy.
They knew Renee's background well. She came from an ordinary family. This temperament wasn't something she was born with—it was something she had earned.
Money didn't just change lives. It reshaped people.
"Sister Renee, thank you so much for coming personally," Wanda said sweetly, her tone respectful and sincere.
Renee smiled faintly. "Get in. Let's talk on the way."
Half an hour later, the car arrived at Moon Island.
Just as they stepped out, they saw Jason leading Julia into the courtyard.
From a distance, Wanda froze.
Julia's beauty wasn't just about her looks.
It was the clean, untouched aura surrounding her—pure, tranquil, flawless.
Wanda felt an intense sense of crisis.
She knew better than anyone how lethal this kind of purity was to men. And the most terrifying part was that it couldn't be learned later in life.
Then her eyes drifted past Julia… and landed on Moon Island itself.
Luxurious villas. Carefully designed gardens. Stone paths winding through greenery. And beyond it all—the sea on three sides, endless and blue.
It wasn't large for an island.
But as a private residence?
It was absurdly grand.
A true paradise.
Wanda's breathing quickened.
"Sister Renee," she asked quietly, unable to hide her shock, "you said… Mr Carter bought this island? How much did it cost?"
Renee answered calmly, "Market value is around four to 50 million. But the Will family never intended to sell. Jason paid 110 million."
110 million.
Wanda and Molly both sucked in a sharp breath.
So the hundred-million-dollar villas they had been researching earlier… were just casual gifts?
Only now did Wanda realize something terrifying.
The women living in luxury penthouses were likely mistresses.The women living in 10 of million villas were girlfriends.
But the woman standing in front of them now—
She was different.
An 100 million-dollar island and with house it will probly least 300 million.
That wasn't the treatment of a girlfriend.
That was the treatment of a queen.
Wanda's heart began to pound violently.
If she could win Jason Carter…If she could become his official wife…
She couldn't even imagine what her life would look like.
Diamonds, estates, power—none of it would be out of reach.
At that moment, Wanda's desire burned hotter than ever.
Wanda: Favorability +2
And deep down, she made a silent vow.
No matter the cost.
She would not give up.
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