Because of Jordan's "high-profile" actions recently, his fraudulent money-making schemes were already well-known throughout Wall Street.
Some cursed his shamelessness, while others regarded him as an "idol."
And for Jordan, who had become such a successful person with both "fame and fortune," endless troubles soon followed.
Due to alleged tax issues and fundraising through fraudulent means, he had already been targeted by various relevant departments, including the IRS and FBI.
Although Jordan seemed to be enjoying great success now, he was actually walking on the edge of a cliff.
If he were truly "smart," what he should do now is save himself in time: first, resolve the tax issues, and then invest a portion of his money into developing that small shoe factory.
After resolving these two main issues—taxes and fraud—his other troubles would naturally be resolved.
After all, in America, wealthy people enjoy certain privileges.
Coming back to the point, if Jordan really did that, he would only need to lose a portion of his assets to successfully transform into a "respected" capitalist.
It's just a pity that due to the limited perspective caused by his childhood upbringing, Jordan only focused on how to keep the money in his hands.
Of course, it's not entirely his fault; that was a genuine fifty million dollars, and no ordinary person who possessed it would be willing to give it back.1
To preserve this enormous wealth, the first method Jordan thought of was to transfer all the money abroad.
And because he was being closely watched, he could only consider finding someone to help him transfer the assets.
Moreover, this helper had to be someone he could absolutely trust.
Donnie, who had already fallen into many bad habits like drug use, was the first to be dismissed by Jordan.
As is well known, gamblers and addicts are not trustworthy.
Finally, after long deliberation, Jordan thought of his childhood friend, Brad.
When he was very young, this person was very loyal and honest, and was undoubtedly the king among all the children.
...
One sunny afternoon, Jordan met the strong, hardened Brad in the slum.
On a late autumn afternoon, on a slum street: one person wore an expensive, exquisite suit, while the other wore a cheap, thin old T-shirt.
This scene made the two childhood friends, who had a very good relationship, feel very emotional.
Not long after, in a roadside cafe, after they caught up, Jordan was surprised to find that his childhood friend was still as loyal as he was when they were kids.
So, he chose to tell the other person his plan and promised them a substantial reward if they helped him accomplish the task.
Enough for the other person to escape their slum identity.
Brad, who was already righteous, heard about this good opportunity and patted his chest, promising to handle things perfectly for Jordan.
...
"Mike, the latest news I've received indicates that Jordan is preparing to transfer his assets abroad. Do we need to do anything?" Just a few days after Jordan planned to transfer his assets, Chris, who had been monitoring his movements, sensed something was amiss.
And Chris, knowing that Mike valued Jordan's talent greatly, chose to inform him of this news.
At this moment, Mike, who was discussing life with Tina at her house, received the call and placed the girl between his legs, signaling her to be quiet.
"Don't worry about him for now; just keep an eye on him," Mike instructed after hearing the report.
It wouldn't be easy to tame Jordan, this "greedy wolf," and he hadn't reached a dead end yet, so even helping him wouldn't have much effect.
What's more, even Chris noticed Jordan's movements, so those relevant departments should also be aware of this.
Under these circumstances, if nothing unexpected happens, Jordan's "money laundering" plan is destined to fail.
Therefore, Mike didn't need to rush to act; there would be plenty of times in the future when the other party would come begging.
"I understand." Chris had no objections to Mike's decision.
Then, he took this opportunity to report the recent progress of supporting small and medium-sized enterprises for listing to Mike, his boss.
"Things that have already been decided in the company, you can handle yourself. You don't need to report everything to me," Mike, feeling the warm touch between his legs, spoke with a hint of impatience.
Furthermore, regarding Chris, prolonged interaction had already made Mike trust his ability and character implicitly.
With this understanding, it was nothing to appropriately grant the other party a little more authority.
"This… okay!" Chris, who still wanted to say something, heard from the phone that Mike seemed to have something urgent to attend to, so he wisely ended the call.
At Tina's house, as the girl's head moved up and down, Mike was sent to the heavens with muffled gasps.
As time passed, Tina, with her puffed-up little face, hurriedly got up and rushed to the bathroom.
Watching the girl's flustered and disheveled expression, Mike's mischievous side emerged, and he pulled her back, making her turn around.
Amidst soft slapping sounds, the intense battle resumed.
Long after, with a wailing cry like a sob, the girl collapsed weakly onto the floor.
...
After a while longer, Tina, feeling fully satisfied in both body and mind, looked at the man who had sat beside her and propped up her head, ready to give him a kiss.
However, her action was cleverly avoided by the man.
Because the battle had been intense just now, the girl had unconsciously swallowed all the fluid that was in her mouth earlier.
Therefore, she urgently needed to go and brush her teeth thoroughly now.
Looking at the man's "disgusted" expression, Tina found it both amusing and irritating.
She blamed him entirely for her current state!
However, out of her infatuation with Mike, the girl ultimately only gently punched the man's chest as punishment, and then generously let him off.
"Jerry and Katie will be back soon, let's meet again next time~" After some playful banter, Mike caressed the girl's long hair in his arms and bid farewell.5
"No, stay here for dinner tonight. Jerry and Cady haven't seen you in a long time…" Tina pleaded, "And the Queens you asked me to investigate seems very quiet recently. I can't quite explain it; I'll compile the information and show it to you later."
The slum on Queens Boulevard is where the most Vampires gather, and Eric Brooks (Blade) also frequently appears there.
A long time ago, Mike had thought about visiting that area, but he was delayed by other matters.
Now that he had Tina as his informant, Mike naturally entrusted this task to her.
And considering that the girl was just an ordinary person, Mike did not let her investigation go too deep.
That level of investigation primarily served as an "alarm bell."
"You did very well. But still, remember, safety first!" Mike praised the girl's intelligence, and as a reward, he decided to stay and have dinner with her today.
Of course, before that, what the girl needed most was to go and wash up.
Her current appearance was not presentable!
When Mike carried the girl out of the room, he saw Needy with an indifferent face in the living room. This woman had already grown accustomed to her new life and was a very competent personal bodyguard.
"Needy, we're staying here for dinner tonight, go to the kitchen and prepare something," Mike said without being polite to her.
After speaking, he carried Tina to the washroom.
"Isn't it a bit unkind of you to treat Needy like that…?" In the washroom, Tina, wrapped in a towel, spoke up for Needy.
Although it wasn't the first time she had seen it, the girl still didn't quite understand the dynamic between Mike and Needy.
To say they had a grudge wasn't accurate, but their relationship just didn't feel "intimate" enough.
"Don't worry about Needy's affairs; her identity is a bit special, and I'll tell you when I have a chance…" Mike said, "Now, I have something I need to continue discussing with you—"
Amidst the girl's gasp, the towel slipped to the floor.
Then, as the showerhead turned on, the temperature in the humid washroom steadily rose.
Not long after, amidst suppressed yet pleasurable moans, a graceful silhouette was imprinted on the misty, blurred glass.