Coolest Ethnic

[Chapter 116]

A young man dressed in a suit and leather shoes opened the door and walked in.

Well dressed, he looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

As soon as he came in, George and his wife immediately stood up as a gesture of respect.

"Yuvin, what did Charles say about this?"

The man standing in front of him was Charles Zeller's secretary. He was also the son of George's wife's distant cousin.

They were somehow connected in some way, where he was also a distant cousin of Alice.

George intended to ask for Yuvin's help in creating a path for him so he could depend on Charles' connections. At the very least, he didn't want his company to go bankrupt, just like that.

Yuvin shook his head and smiled wryly.

"I'm sorry, Uncle. Charles came to this restaurant just now, so I thought he would come down. However, it seems he's busy entertaining a very important guest here. It means he's really indisposed at this moment. I told you not to wait for him here."

"I know Charles is not going to come down, but Yuvin, can we at least go up and give him a toast and express our feelings?"

George bitterly pleaded.

He knew it was very impolite.

However, Charles' connections were his last resort, and without them, he would really have no other way out.

Having offended an influential family in Mayberry City, they were basically done for.

George was also in a rut himself.

"Yes, cousin Yuvin. If you are to help, help our family, then!"

Although Alice had always been an icy, arrogant person, she had no choice but to beg for Yuvin's help this time.

Yuvin sighed. "As your nephew, Uncle and Auntie, I understand your feelings very well," he said. "However, what you're asking is impossible; perhaps I'll help you if there's a future opportunity?"

And that was what he said.

If this matter were not resolved today, there would be no future at all anyway.

George quickly came to a realization.

It wasn't that Charles was busy. He simply refused to help them.

After all, it would be too much of a hassle since this was the Rye family they were talking about.

Thus, their last glimmer of hope was diminished.

Everyone had grim expressions on their faces.

"The boundless horizon is my love. The flowers bloom at the foot of the mountain range. What rhythm has the most swing?

Which song is the happiest one?"

It was then that Gerald's ringtone played the song 'Coolest Ethnic.'

Ahh!

Since when did he turn that into his ringtone?

How could this be?

Thanks to the sudden tune, the atmosphere in the room became very awkward.

The corners of George's mouth twitched a little.

Alice, Jacelyn, and the others all stared at Gerald in disgust.

"Oh my god. How could such a person exist? How pathetic!" Jacelyn roared unceremoniously.

At that moment, Gerald had already answered the call.

It came from an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Is this Mr. Crawford?"

The voice of a middle-aged man came over the other end of the line.

Gerald could guess that it was Wesley as soon as he heard the voice.

Wesley Harrison from the Bureau of Commerce!

"It's me!"

"I know it's a little presumptuous of me to call you. It is like this, Mr. Crawford, we've already gathered the leaders from different regions to discuss some issues of the company's land and several entertainment centers that you've invested in. I'd like to take the liberty of asking if you have any spare time? We do hope you can make a trip here in person!" said Wesley with a smile.

"Oh, oh, yes!"

Gerald decided that he'd go over and take a look since he was almost done eating anyway.

"That's great, Mr. Crawford! We'll be meeting at the Majestic Phoenix Restaurant now. Where are you? I'll arrange for a driver to go pick you up."

"Huh? The Majestic Phoenix Restaurant? It happens that I am at the Majestic Phoenix Restaurant now too!"