The Eaglet has Hatched

"Sir, take away?" The seductive waitress gazed at him eagerly, desperately hoping that he would say that he was not taking it away!

"Good job, Chen Fan. I've made a mistake!" Wei Jie slowly calmed down, and his sight became malicious. Apparently, he was thoroughly humiliated, but he dared not do a thing.

The UBS grade A customer card was the best evidence for his identity. He had only seen this type of card twice, and on both occasions, they were owned by foreign tycoons. Domestically, he had only heard about such, but had never seen them.

He thought this man, who drove a BMW 740 and was wearing Armani, was no different from the contractors who worked for him — upstarts, who think they are nobles, just because they drive luxury cars!