LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Impossible!

This couldn’t be possible!

There must be some misunderstanding!

Besides, Mr. Woods was a man of such age, how could he have only known one politician in his entire life?

However, Woods Randall’s next actions deepened the doubts in Sandra Simpson’s heart.

Woods Randall suddenly stood up and spoke to Jun Chester.

“Master, take me there quickly. There’s wind today and if we’re late, the writing will be affected!”

Then Woods Randall hurriedly instructed Harold Pritchard.

“Harold, prepare the rubbing tools quickly. We must thank my master; our chance to gain fame and fortune has arrived!”

When Woods Randall had looked at Jun Chester’s phone just now, Harold Pritchard had also glanced at the few characters on the screen.

Now, not only was he overwhelmed, he was utterly shocked!

Though Woods Randall spent his days practicing calligraphy on the second floor, Harold Pritchard often went out.

This morning, when he went to buy breakfast on Sixth Avenue, he saw a grandiose scene that left him speechless.

The Supreme Lord had come to Dirtmouth!

He had even eaten a bowl of beef noodles with a young man wearing a sweatshirt and flip-flops!

What was even more outrageous was that the old man actually opened the car door for the young man himself!

Now, as he looked at Jun Chester’s attire…

Harold Pritchard didn’t dare to think any further; his heart rate had skyrocketed to 120!

Then, Harold Pritchard quickly went to prepare the rubbing tools.

Meanwhile, Sandra Simpson blinked her eyes a couple of times and took the opportunity to make a suggestion.

“Jun, what are you guys going to do? Can I come with you? My car is fast!”

In her heart, Sandra Simpson thought:

No matter what Jun Chester and Woods Randall were going to do, she had to keep up.

After all, being able to get a painting from Harold Pritchard was a great fortune.

Moreover, Woods Randall had just promised to personally paint a piece for her company.

What an honor that was!

She absolutely couldn’t miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Once she had a piece by Woods Randall, she would no longer have to worry about her company’s future!

Most importantly, Woods Randall’s painting was worth even more than her company!

This was a deal of a lifetime!

She had to follow them.

No matter how Straight-E had become Mr. Woods’ master!

She’d follow them first and figure it out later!

With just one sentence from Jun Chester, Mr. Woods had broken his own rules!

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With these thoughts in mind, the money-loving Sandra Simpson looked at Jun Chester with eyes full of golden light.

The once super Straight-E had now become her benefactor!

She was overjoyed!

Of course, at this point, she needed to stay calm!

Sandra Simpson thought to herself.

Even if she had something to ask of Jun Chester.

She had to maintain her composure in front of this Straight-E!

She was the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company, and if Jun Chester saw her driving a million-dollar sports car, he would certainly be shocked!

Sandra Simpson enjoyed this feeling of superiority.

She wanted to show off her financial strength in front of this Straight-E!

Rich!

Very rich!

But Jun Chester’s next words made Sandra Simpson a little depressed.

“I also drove here, so there should be enough room.”

Sandra Simpson muttered in her heart.

Looking at your attire, is it even worth two hundred dollars?

What kind of car can you drive?

However, this was even better, as she needed some contrast to highlight herself.

Jun Chester, you Straight-E failure!

Today, I’ll show you what wealth a hardworking and striving life can achieve!

But when they all walked out of the studio.

Sandra Simpson’s mouth was left wide open.

In front of the studio, there was a million-dollar sports car, and a two-million-dollar full-options Porsche!

Sleek works of art!

An impressive scene.

But just as Sandra Simpson was about to take out her car key and press it nonchalantly.

Jun Chester took a car key out of his baggy shorts pocket, pointed it casually, and a ten-million-dollar Maybach parked across the street lit up.

Sandra Simpson was suddenly dumbfounded and at a loss for words.

She was just about to say something when she saw Jun Chester pointing the car key again, instructing Harold Pritchard.

“Put all the tools in the trunk.”

“Yes, Mr. Chester.”

Harold Pritchard quickly carried the rubbing tools and ran towards the Maybach.

Woods Randall, meanwhile, said a word here.

“Master, this car seems suitable for someone my age.”

Jun Chester smiled. “It’s not my car. You know Jack Osborn, right? Colbert’s dad. Colbert heard I was back here and rushed back from the border, buying this car for his dad on the way. I was in a hurry today, so I had to drive this one here. I hope it’s okay.”

What the heck?

Beside him, Sandra Simpson wasn’t just confused, she was about to turn to stone.

Colbert Osborn?

These two words were rare.

After searching her entire memory, she could think of only one person.

The Commander-in-Chief of Lordran, Colbert Osborn!

Impossible!

She must be dreaming!

The former Straight-E, upon seeing her, was too excited and wanted to show off in front of her. It was normal.

After all, she was once the most beautiful girl in school.

Sandra Simpson kept trying to convince herself.

But what Sandra Simpson didn’t expect was that the place they were going to was Chester Fortress!

Jun Chester was also a Chester. Was there a connection between them?

When they arrived at the entrance of Chester Fortress, the door slowly opened.

Jun Chester drove the car right in.

Sandra Simpson trembled.

Jun Chester really belonged to Dirtmouth’s top family, the Chester family!

He must be a collateral relative!

Otherwise, how could she have never known about this during their school days?

If he was the direct descendant of the Chester family, he was too low-key!

Soon, Jun Chester parked the car in front of a garden in Chester Fortress.

Sandra Simpson had just gotten out of the car.

She was shocked once again by the scene before her.

The president of Chester Group, Bella, was kneeling in front of some words.

The sun was shining brightly, and the heat was intense.

Bella’s fair cheeks were already covered in sweat.

When she saw Jun Chester get out of the car, Bella’s tears immediately flowed, and she spoke with red-rimmed eyes.

“You’re finally back. If you hadn’t returned, I would have been sun-dried! I’ve been kneeling for so long, isn’t it sincere enough? Please spare me! I truly know my mistake!”

Jun Chester didn’t even bother with Bella, pointing to the words on the ground and giving Woods Randall a casual order.

“It’s these words. Please make sure they are perfectly imprinted.”

Woods Randall looked at the words on the ground and then at Bella.

“Who is this…?”

Jun Chester waved his hand.

“Don’t mind her. She’s just a shrew.”

Bella didn’t feel any waves in her heart upon hearing this.

Being called a shrew was fine.

If she could save her life, it was better than anything.

Sandra Simpson, who was still confused, stared at Bella without blinking.

Had she mistaken the person?

In Dirtmouth, or even in the whole country, the wealthiest woman, Bella, how could she possibly be kneeling on the ground like this?

Sandra Simpson took a deep breath and tentatively called out.

“Mrs. Chester?”

To Sandra Simpson, Bella was an unattainable figure.

When Sandra Simpson opened her company, the partner they longed for was just a subsidiary of a subsidiary under the Chester Group.

In other words, it was difficult for Sandra Simpson to even see Bella on a regular day.

But now she saw that Bella was begging Jun Chester on her knees…

This didn’t look like they were practicing…

Bella glanced at Sandra Simpson and asked doubtfully, “Who are you…?”

Sandra Simpson looked disappointed.

“I’m Sandra Simpson, and my company, Sandra Clothing, recently received a five-million-dollar investment from Silver Collar Assets under your group’s Maple Invest!”

Bella’s face turned red with anger, and she scolded.

“What do you count for? Get out of here right now! If you dare to speak of today’s events, I’ll skin you alive!”

Sandra Simpson was almost scared to death.

Jun Chester glanced at Bella and spoke coldly.

“Sandra is my friend.”