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Chapter 663 Could It Be Connor?
663 Could It Be Connor?
Charles and Thomas, either of them, are both prominent figures.
Thomas was like a tyrant in Porthampton, and even in Davenport, there were few who can compare to him.
Some even say that Thomas was now the richest man in Davenport, with a background beyond imagination.
As for Charles, he was the CEO of a conglomerate company in Salem, with a net worth of over 10 billion!
Both of these people are actually working for someone else. Their boss must be powerful!
"In fact, both Thomas and I are working for Steven. If it weren't for him, neither Thomas nor I would be where we are today. In the eyes of many, Thomas and I are enemies, but we're not. We do have some competitive relationship, considering that we both work for Steven and our personalities are somewhat similar. It's inevitable to have conflicts and friction..."
Charles smiled and addressed the crowd.
After hearing his words, everyone was dumbfounded, their expressions filled with shock.
All eyes were fixed on him, clearly showing great interest in the relationship between him and Thomas.
"At that time, Steven noticed the conflict between Thomas and me, so he came up with a compromise. He let both of us run our own companies and compete for two years. Whoever had better performance would continue to stay in Porthampton, while the loser would have to leave for somewhere else..."
Charles paused for a moment and continued, "You probably know the rest. I lost to Thomas and left Porthampton. Before leaving, Steven provided me with a large sum of money and introduced me to some connections, allowing me to run an international financial company in Salem. That's how I got to where I am today..."
"But Dad, why didn't you tell me about all this before?" Sabrina asked, sounding puzzled.
"I felt embarrassed about losing to Thomas, so I never mentioned it to anyone. But now, both Thomas and I are at an age where we've come to understand certain things. Steven did what he did for our own good. If Thomas and I continued to work together, our conflicts would have only grown. After all, at that time, we were both young and arrogant, looking down on each other. But if we separated, both of us could have a better development. Now I understand his good intentions..."
"So that's how it is!"
After listening to Charles's explanation, everyone suddenly realized and understood the situation.
"Mr. Charles, who is the boss behind you and Thomas? They must be terrifying..." Harold asked with curiosity.
"Our boss is called Steven, but he has passed away now, and the new chairman should be someone named Connor, but I'm not sure of his full name. After all, I just returned to the country..." Charles replied calmly.
"Connor?" After hearing Charles's words, everyone couldn't help but be stunned. They were all very curious and wondering who he might be!
Yara glanced at Connor and playfully said, "Could that Connor be you?"
"Hahaha..."
After hearing Yana's words, everyone burst into laughter.
Clearly, these people knew that she was joking with Connor!
Among the people present, only Sabrina and Lilian didn't laugh.
Charles glanced at Connor indifferently and continued, "By the way, have you all heard of Kyle?"
Sheldon hurriedly said, "We have."
"Kyle, like me and Thomas, is also under the command of this Mr. Connor," Charles said casually.
"Oh my god, who exactly is this Mr. Connor? This is too terrifying..." The crowd couldn't help but take a sharp breath.
To be able to have Kyle, Charles, and Thomas all working for him, just how terrifying must the background of this Mr. Connor be they wondered.
These people couldn't even dare to imagine it now!
"I wonder how old this Mr. Connor is and if he has a girlfriend. If I could marry this Mr. Connor, I wouldn't have to worry about money for the rest of my life..." Yana said dreamily.
"Maybe this Mr. Connor is just a middle-aged bald man, and don't you already have a boyfriend now?" Sadie said with a hint of helplessness in her expression.
"If my boyfriend had half the abilities of Mr. Connor, I would have married him a long time ago. But unfortunately, he's just an ordinary second-generation rich, and compared to Mr. Connor, it's like heaven and earth..." Yana said indifferently.
Sadie sighed helplessly upon hearing this statement and didn't say much.
She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "You fools, the Mr. Connor is sitting right in front of you, and you don't even know..."
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At this moment, she had made up her mind that she absolutely couldn't reveal his identity. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
The crowd began discussing the matter of the Mr. Connor, except for Lilian, who was staring straight at Connor.
She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "You fools, the Mr. Connor is sitting right in front of you, and you don't even know..."
At this moment, she had made up her mind that she absolutely couldn't reveal his identity.
The more people who knew, the more competitors she would have.
Currently, no one knew the true identity of Connor, which was an extremely rare opportunity for Lilian!
With this in mind, Lilian's gaze towards Connor became even more fervent, and she even took the initiative to pick up food for him twice.
If it were the previous Connor, he might have been at a loss facing Lilian's attentiveness.
But now, he had experienced several women, so he naturally understood what Lilian meant. However, he had no particular thoughts about her.
Not only Lilian, but Sabrina as well.
An hour later, everyone finished their meal and then started playing games in the living room.
Sabrina's mother, Penelope, exchanged glances with Charles and then walked upstairs together.
"What's the matter?"
After going upstairs, Charles asked Penelope in a puzzled tone.
"Charles, have you seen that boy named Connor?" Penelope furrowed her eyebrows and asked.
"I've seen him. What's wrong?" Charles asked softly.
"I feel like Sabrina seems to like this boy, but I think this boy's conditions are quite average. If you have time, go talk to him..." Penelope said in a low voice.
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