When Jackson and Dolcie went back home, Dolcie's parents were already waiting in the house.
"Dad, mom, why are you here?"
"How was it, was your grandma happy about your presence at her birthday banquet?" Martha Brown, Dolcie's mother, grabbed her daughter's shoulder and asked eagerly.
Frank Clark, Dolcie's father, sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and remained silent.
Frank was reluctant to come to his daughter's place, mainly because he didn't want to see Jackson. He looked at Jackson, just like looking at himself in the mirror, reminding him that he was also a loser.
Dolcie briefed her mom over what had happened at the birthday banquet.
After hearing what just happened, Martha almost lost her mind and yelled, "Dolcie, are you insane? How could you take such an offer? If we were kicked out of the Clark family, we couldn't get a penny of the family inheritance!"
"You were just doing favor for Asher Clark. Don't you know what they are scheming?"
Dolcie shook off his mother's hand and said impatiently, "Mom, I don't want them to look down on us anymore. Haven't we suffered enough grievances all these years?"
"Still, you shouldn't agree to that. It's the Jandar Group. Do you even know where it locates? They won't let you in if they know your identity!"
Dolcie frowned and asked her husband, "Jackson, do you know chairman of the Jandar Group?"
Jackson shook his head.
"Then do you have any connection with the Jandar Group?"
Jackson shook his head again.
She must be kidding. He didn't even know what Jandar Group did, how could he know its chairman?
But that wasn't a problem at all. With the power of the Dragon Palace, he could give an order to alter the fate of the Jandar Group
Dolcie's pretty face turned pale instantly, "But you were..."
Martha realized something and shouted out loud before Dolcie could finish her words, "What's going on? H ow's this trash related to the offer?"
"Tell me, did you incite my daughter to take the offer?"
"Well done, you little trash. You must hold the grudge against us for being bad to you in the past few years, so now you deliberately want to get us out of the Clark family. If we starve to death, you wouldn't be any better!"
Dolcie was impatient when she heard it, "Enough Mom, I'm tired of arguing. I took the offer myself, it's not Jackson's fault!"
"Dolcie, I wonder why your grandfather wants you to marry such a useless man."
As he heard the noise in the room, Jackson rubbed his head and stood up, walking outside the door.
"Where are you little trash going again?"
"Shopping and cooking."
"You see, he's just a garbage!"
...
Jackson went to the market, bought a chicken and some vegetables. When he returned to the neighborhood, he saw a black Rolls-Royce parked at the corner.
And there were three pairs of wings on the golden model in the front of Rolls-Royce.
Seraph, a member of the Dragon Palace.
"Master."
An old man with swept-back hair and wearing tux got off the car. He looked quite serious and meticulous, with a pair of golden glasses. One of his hands was holding a stack of documents, and a small black box in the other hand.
Jackson took over the box and opened it—it was Fire-Blood Crystal.
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