Caesar had always seen Grant as a reliable source of easy money. The hefty annual protection fee Grant paid him was already in the range of seven to eight million dors. After setting aside the portion for Don Albert, Caesar was able to pocket an additional two to three million for himself.


    So, when Grant requested him to handle a little intimidation, Caesar immediately responded, “Sure, hold on! I’ll gather my men and head over right now!”


    Once Grant expressed his gratitude and hung up, he turned to Charlie with a sneer, saying, “Listen up, kid. Don’t say I didn’t offer you a way out. I asked you to kneel in front of me earlier, but you didn’t appreciate the chance. Even if you decide to kneel now, it’s toote.”


    With a smile, Charlie asked, “Who did you just call? Caesar Hilton? Is he the John Rambo from ‘First Blood’?”


    “Cut it out!” Grant shot back, his tone icy. “Caesar is one of Don Albert’s four heavenly kings!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Steve, who had been listening, interjected anxiously, “Charlie, I’m really sorry about today! You and ire should leave. Caesar and Grant are tight. Caesar is a dangerous man, and I don’t want you two getting hurt because of me…”


    Charlie smiled reassuringly and replied, “Steve, there’s no need to apologize. But I do feel a bit embarrassed. Don’t get mad at me for finding you a stepmother.”


    “Uh…” Steve was at a loss for words.


    He had thought Charlie was joking, but now it seemed he was entirely serious!


    What on earth does that mean?


    At that moment, Charlie turned to Grant and said with a grin, “You mentioned he’s just one of the four heavenly kings. It’s a bit dull, isn’t it? Why not call the other three? After all, it’s your daughter’s big day—more guests will only make it better!”


    “You’re really pushing it!” Grant growled, gritting his teeth. “Fine, I’ll let you have your fun for now, but soon you’ll know the consequences of your arrogance!”


    Charlie shook his head, chuckling softly. “You old-timers, why are you still so hot-headed at your age? Look at me; I’m young, calm, and collected.”


    With that, Charlie sighed and added, “Alright, I’ll invite more people to cheer you on.”


    Grant sneered, “You think you’re threatening me? If you’ve got the guts, bring your people! Let’s settle this with swords and guns!”


    Charlie nodded and took out his phone, sending a WeChat message to Don Albert.


    “Bring the other three heavenly kings to the Hilton Hotel, excluding Caesar. I’d like to invite them for a wedding toast.”


    Don Albert was taken aback and replied, “Master Wade, are you getting married again?”


    “Cut that out,” Charlie shot back. “It’s not me; it’s someone else asking. Just bring them here.”


    “Alright, I’ll be there!”


    Charlie added, “And bring more brothers along.”


    “Yes, Master Wade!”


    Next, he sent another WeChat to Isaac Cameron, inviting him to the Hilton Hotel to watch what was about to unfold.


    Since Isaac returned from Golim Mountain, he had regarded Charlie as a figure of immense respect. Upon receiving the call from the young master, he immediately replied, “Master, I’ll be there!”<fnbb4f> Newest update provided by find?novel</fnbb4f>


    A few minutester, a Volkswagen Phaeton, escorted by seven or eight vehicles of various makes and colors, pulled up to the Hilton Hotel.


    The Phaeton stopped, and a plump, middle-aged man stepped out.


    Grant smirked at Charlie and said, “Kid, Caesar has arrived. You’re done for today.”


    Charlie had never encountered Caesar before, but the sight of the Phaeton sparked a memory. He recalled Jeff, a young man from his orphanage, who had once crashed his Mercedes-Benz into a Volkswagen Phaeton to get rid of it. Rumor had it that the Phaeton belonged to a notorious figure on the streets… Caesar.


    A smirk crept onto Charlie’s face as he thought, this is going to be quite interesting.<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>