Making Millions With The Eyes Of God by Eric Gus

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Harold was fast, but Charlie was faster. He avoided the grab and in a swift action, he clasped Harold's wrist,

shook it slightly, and sneered. "What? Is the injury on your hand healed? Pain is forgotten where gain follows

huh?" 3

Harold suddenly felt an enormous force surging into his body. He took two steps backward, feeling furious and

shocked at the stime.

This loser's strength was quite powerful!

Knowing that he was out of Charlie's league, Harold growled coldly, "Damn it, you wait here, I'll get the manager

and kick you out!" 3

Then, Harold turned his head and shouted for the manager to come.

Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked quickly, with two security guards tagging along. 1

The man managed a diplomatic smile on his face and said to Harold respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Wilson, how can | help

you?"

"Manager, check their invitation." Harold pointed disdainfully at Charlie. "I suspect that theirs are fake."

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For privacy and security reasons, the guest's nwas not stated on the invitation card. Instead, it

displayed a string of exclusive passwords. By using a specificon the phone to scan the password, it would

display the nof the attendees. 5

Judging from Harold's luxurious suit, the manager knew that he was from a prominent family, whereas Charlie

was dressed in mediocre clothes. His lips curled into a sheepish smirk and said to Charlie, "Sir, please show me

your invitation card and I'll check it." 4

He donned a polite and diplomatic tone but there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.

As the old saying went, 'don't judge the book by its cover’, but the manager did. From Charlie's ordinary attire,

the manager assumed that he didn't look like the distinguished guest who could walk into the Treasure Pavilion.

Charlie was furious and annoyed by the contemptuous look in the manager's eyes, and he said coldly, "What if |

don't want to?" 5

The manager cleared his throat, restored his professional gaze, and asked, "May | know which family are you

from?" 1

Before Charlie could speak, Harold blurted rudely, "He is from our Wilson family. Oh no, my mistake, he is a live-

in son-in-law of the Wilson family. | can't say that he is a member of our family, he's more like a dog!" 5

The term ‘live-in son-in-law' was enough for the manager to make all kinds of speculations. How could a person

with an honorable status beca live-in

son-in-law?

The manager donned a gloomy look and said, "Tell me, how did you get in here?" 3

Charlie had lost all the patience when he faced the scrutiny from these people. He was also utterly disappointed

at Treasure Pavilion's attitude of dividing their guests into different classes. He said coldly, "I walked in here, of

course."

Knowing Charlie's lowly status, the manager stopped probing him further, instead, he said, "If you don't follow

the rules and handthe invitation card for verification, then | have to ask you to leave." Then, he gestured

with his hand and the two security guards stepped forward and watched Charlie like eagles watching their prey.

Jacob was a little panicked by the scene. He tugged Charlie's shirt and said nervously, thinking that their

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invitation cards were fraudulent, "Charlie, | think we better stay out of trouble, let's go back." 4 Charlie frowned

in confusion. "Dad, you don't want to watch the auction anymore?"

Jacob shook his head profusely. "No, we shouldn't cin the first place. If we are kicked out of here later, it will

be so embarrassing..."

Since his father-in-law had already decided, Charlie nodded and walked out together. 2

It was just an auction, what was so great about it anyway? If his father-in-law didn't want to stay, he had no

reason to stay either to suffer the insults by these people. 3

As for Jasmine Moore, if she asked him about it, he would just say that the Moore family's event was too

prestigious to have him there!

He turned and left with Jacob.

Behind them, Harold laughed slyly, "Hahaha, deadbeat losers, You're scared now, huh? How dare you sneak into

the Moore family's auction sales! Losers!" 1

Charlie ignored his taunt and walked towards the door. 4

At this moment, there was a sudden uproar in the crowd.

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