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.
"John, if you have anything to say, make it quick. I have to go back and make some chicken soup for
my wife."
The old man's face tightened, and he felt quite helpless. Jackson was the head of the Dragon Palace
after all, even the politicians of different countries must be discreet in front of him, but now he became
a househusband.
However, he didn't dare to say this to Jackson, because every decision made by the leader must be
obeyed unconditionally, or he would face miserable consequences.
"Master, there are a few things I need to tell you."
The old man lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully,
"Since you saved princess Katerina of the British Royal Family last time, they hope to meet with you in
person and grant you the title of hereditary duke."
"JK International Financial Corporate was purchased by the highness of Qroqor Palace, thus the total
wealth of the Dragon Palace increased by 300 billion."
"Luke Hawkins, the leader of the Helios Palace, a European underground force, wants to join the
Dragon Palace and hopes to get your permission."
Jackson waved his hand impatiently, "What the hack, just leave these to the Blazing Angel, please
don't bother me with such trivial things in the future."
Jackson was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something, "Oh, right, there is a Jandar Group in
Y City. Call its chairman, my wife is going to talk to Jandar Group for cooperation."
"Yes, master."
...
Jackson returned and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Martha stood at the door while cutting her nails and said, "Jackson, just divorce Dolcie."
Jackson frowned and asked, "Is that what Dolcie wanted?"
"That doesn't matter! You two's marriage was a mistake, you are just troubling her!"
In fact, she was thinking in her mind that Jackson not only troubled Dolcie, but also her family. There
were so many rich men that liked Dolcie, and they were all better than Jackson.
If Dolcie had married any of the rich men, they wouldn't have been reduced to this wretched situation.
"Your daughter can't leave me." Jackson said coldly.
In the Clark family, except for the seriously-ill husband of Elder Madam, no one thought highly of him.
They just considered Jackson a wimp.
But they never knew that Jackson actually had his own reasons for accompanying Dolcie.
He had known Dolcie at the age of seven.
That year, Jackson almost froze to death on the street. Dolcie passed by and begged his father to give
Jackson a blanket and two hundred in cash, which allowed him to survive the gloomiest winter of his
life.
Later on, he went abroad and founded the Dragon Palace. When he returned again, he was already
the leader of the Dragon Palace.
His father told him before death, "You must repay the kindness of the Clark family. If it wasn't the Clark
Family, you would have died when you were seven."
In the Clark family, only the husband of Elder Madam knew the true identity of Jackson, which was why
he wanted to marry Dolcie to Jackson.
"What, you are a trash, why are you so shameless clinging to my daughter?" Martha sneered.
Jackson shook his head, "I already told you, your daughter can't leave me. But if she wants me to
leave, I will leave after three months."
It was not that Jackson was shameless, but that Dolcie was sick for real. "Dolcie was born with a
coldness-disease, if it's not treated well, she won't live for three years."
Jackson had secretly purchased Fire-Blood Crystals through the Dragon King Palace with a price of
five million per gram. The crystals then travelled through three countries, and were handed to him by
John. At last, Jackson would pour it into the chicken soup for Dolcie.
No one knew any of this, not even Dolcie. She just felt that the chicken soup was salty.
Jackson had calculated that Dolcie would be entirely cured as long as she drank the soup for another
three consecutive months.
When the time came, to leave or to stay depended entirely on Dolcie.
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