Jennifer woke up early, lying in a completely unfamiliar room, her heart racing as she noticed a man's arm wrapped around her. Panic set in until she realized she was still wearing the same clothes as the night before. Leaning on his arm, she looked at Sean, who was still asleep. His handsome profile made her cheeks flush.
Thoughts raced through her mind, echoing what many girls at school had said about kissing, but she had never experienced it herself. She hesitated for a moment, then playfully stuck out her little pink tongue and licked her lips before inching closer. Holding her breath, she gently pressed her lips against his.
The moment their lips touched, Jennifer froze as if jolted by electricity. Suddenly, Sean's eyes opened, filled with warmth and amusement.
"Ah!" she squealed, leaping up like a startled deer, only to find that Sean had tightened his grip around her waist.
"Sneaking up on me like that isn't fair; I need to get my revenge!" Sean teased as he rolled over, pinning Jennifer beneath him.
Jennifer didn't lift her head until she felt lightheaded from lack of oxygen. Like a curious child discovering a new toy, she grew bolder after their initial kiss, and Sean, unable to resist, silently indulged her.
After their playful morning, Sean left Jennifer with his phone number, urging her to reach out whenever she had time. He then headed off to meet Neji.
"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Sean asked with a knowing smile.
Neji's cheeks flushed; it was his first time being so carefree. He finally understood one thing: the happiness a scoundrel experiences was unimaginable.
Sean leaned in, curious. "So, what did you want to discuss?"
Neji's expression darkened as he thought of his wife. "I never expected her to betray me like this! I've treated her well—bought her clothes, bags, and cosmetics, and taken her on trips—all without neglecting work. What more could she want?"
Sean listened as Neji's frustration grew. "I don't smoke, I hardly drink, and I always go home to be with her. Why isn't that enough?"
"Have you ever hit her?" Sean asked suddenly.
"No," Neji replied, shaking his head.
"Did that man hit her?"
"Yes."
"Does your wife hate you?"
"No."
"Does she hate him?"
"Yes!"
"Then she will betray you," Sean concluded matter-of-factly. "Because you're a good person!" He spread his hands in exasperation.
Neji stared at Sean, disbelief written all over his face. "So what? A good man has to let a woman betray him?"
Sean shifted in his seat, crossing his legs casually. "So, what kind of help do you want from me?"
"Kill them. I want them dead in their beds, and I want everyone to know what she is!" Neji spat through clenched teeth.
"Why would I help you? Do you realize that murder is a serious crime? How many years do you think you'd get for that?" Sean responded, his voice low.
"I'll give you my factory!" Neji blurted, desperation creeping in.
Sean raised an eyebrow, surprised. He never expected this honest man to propose something so ruthless—he would rather murder than lose the family business he had built over the past decade.
"It's terrifying when honest people get angry," Sean mused, shaking his head.
"What do you want from me?" Neji asked, confusion clouding his features.
"If you call me 'godfather,' you'll earn my friendship, and I'll help you with your troubles. But you'll owe me a favor in return. Maybe I'll ask for it, maybe I won't. Until then, consider this friendship a bond," Sean explained.
Neji stood still, realization dawning on him. He recalled a similar exchange from The Godfather. "I accept this friendship," he finally nodded, a heavy weight lifting off his shoulders.
"Great! Now, I'm willing to help my friend. However, if they die in your bed, the police will suspect you of a love-related murder, and you'll be in serious trouble," Sean warned.
"I can't get a divorce! Even if she cheats, I'll lose everything if I do!" Neji exclaimed angrily.
"That's the harsh reality of the law. Prosecutors and judges will do anything for votes," Sean replied, his tone serious. "What you need now is a lawyer to plan your next steps."
After Neji left, Sean turned to Jonas. "Go back later."
"What's the plan?" Jonas asked, intrigued.
"Simple. Wait for the man to enter the house, and when they begin their affair, burst in, rob "Simple. Wait for the man to enter, and when they begin their affair, rush in, stage a robbery, and kill them both. Ransack the place, take money, watches, and anything valuable, and make it look like a burglary gone wrong. Remember to wear gloves—don't leave any fingerprints. And don't tell Neji the truth; he should believe you had no involvement," Sean instructed confidently.
Jonas gave a thumbs-up. "Pretending it's a robbery is a brilliant idea—everything will look like a coincidence."
This was just a minor distraction for Sean. He gave the order without much thought, as his primary focus remained on his business ventures. He needed to concentrate on perfecting his blend of wines. The current products were still not up to his standards. As a meticulous craftsman with a passion for excellence, this was unacceptable. Moreover, expanding his product lines was urgent.
Relying on just four wines to capture a large market share was unrealistic. The U.S. alcohol market was worth over $200 billion, with ample opportunities for smuggling. This required Sean to continue developing more 'copycat products'. Delegating this to someone else wasn't an option; he had to handle it personally.
Two days later, on September 6th, with Saul's help, Bill finally transferred ownership of the bankrupt Bang Ke Beverage factory to himself, renaming it Bill Drinking Products Company. The transaction cost more than $30,000, and the debt was transferred to Bill as well.
Emerging from the laboratory once again, Sean now had the factory in hand. He gathered all the factory workers for a meeting, ready to resume operations. Rejuvenating the factory was essential, as it provided a necessary cover for his other activities.