I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn Novel

Chapter 828 You Are Indeed Not as Good as Him

Sean placed the wine glass in his hand on the bar next to him, his eyes cold and stern. "With Mr. Jones as a witness today, I'll be straightforward. Hand over Luna and Eric, and we'll split the money I receive among the three of us. What do you think?"

Jones, upon hearing that Sean had 300 billion in cash on hand, couldn't help but be tempted.

Sean's position in Eswadia was quite high, to say the least.

Jonell noticed Jones' keen interest and immediately interjected. "He's very cunning, you don't understand. He's adept at deceiving people. Don't trust him!"

Jones smiled kindly. "Mr. Davison, cunning people excel in business. I have a shipment of goods that need to be transported from one port to another. Can you handle that task? If you can, I won't need to work with him."

Sean's established routes still held value, as everyone appreciates customers who can pay.

Jonell truly admired Sean. Wherever he invested money, success followed. It was evident that someone of his caliber would succeed.

"Mr. Davison, I only need the person. If you release the person, I will return the money," Sean said with a smirk.

"I'm not familiar with this Luna you mentioned," Jonell replied with a forced smile.

Sean shrugged nonchalantly. "Eswadia takes fraud cases very seriously. If you conduct yourself honorably, there won't be any issues. However, if not, your associates may face severe consequences."

It's common knowledge that dealing with Eswadia doesn't yield profits.

The gains from Eswadia's trade agreements are substantial, prompting everyone to seek their favor unless absolutely necessary.

But if fraudulent activities lead to a trade ban, the losses would be significant.

Jones smiled and inquired, "Mr. Graham, what do you mean by that?"

"The individuals present, including officials from my country, have been affected by Mr. Davidson's fraudulent activities, resulting in ruined families and suicides, which has attracted the authorities' attention," Sean explained, running his fingers through his hair.

There was no need to elaborate further; Jones understood the implications.

In the past, they collaborated with Jonell due to his established trade route with Eswadia.

If their trade with Eswadia was jeopardized due to Davison's actions, it would be a substantial loss.

Jones gazed at Jonell. "You know, once the authorities intervene, things will get complicated. We're in this for profit, there's no need to sever ties."

"Mr. Jones, I have no knowledge of whom he is referring to," Jonell stated calmly.

As a prominent figure in the New Yoke business community, Jones had no desire to antagonize Eswadia. He looked at Jonell disapprovingly, paused for a moment, and then smiled. "I can't blindly trust Mr. Graham, but Mr. Davidson has been a reliable partner for years."

"Let's await the findings from our Eswadia team. If unfavorable, you risk losing the entire Eswadia market," Sean remarked, finishing his whiskey in one gulp before casually setting the glass down. "It's late; I should head back."

After Sean left, Jones frowned. "One woman and your own nephew; is it worth it?"

"What about the 300 billion? If I recover it, I can secure the port routes. Isn't that feasible?" Jonell remarked calmly. It's merely a matter of spending money, something anyone can do.

Jones gazed at him, a hint of amusement in his expression. "Mr. Davidson, the entire Ansela Chamber of Commerce has been organizing this for six months. I don't want you to offend him because of your actions. Besides, do you think he looks like the type to steal from you and leave you high and dry? I've done some digging on him, he's been through the Golden Triangle, a tough character."

Jonell remained silent, his demeanor turning serious.

He has been preparing for six months. He had assumed that after his breakup with Abigail Quinn, he would be in dire straits due to the 30 billion, but it appeared he had underestimated Sean.

"You know how chaotic things can get in the Golden Triangle. The fact that he survived such an ordeal shows he's quite lucky. Don't mess with lucky individuals, it tends to bring bad luck," Jones advised, gently swirling the glass in his hand.

"Nick was taken down by him, he's only been in New Yoke for a few days, and he already incapacitated your right-hand man," Jones spoke highly of Sean's capabilities.

Having planned for six months, he swiftly neutralized a key ally by Jonell's side.

Who knows what other schemes he has in store?

Jones still wanted to conduct business, but Jonell was obstinate and had to be ousted from the New Yoke Business Association.

Those who have dealt with Eswadia always cautioned against provoking them. They may seem gentle most of the time, but once provoked, they can be ruthless.

Jonell ordered another Manhattan for himself, took a sip quietly, and murmured, "You can remove me from the business association, I will handle him on my own."

Jones set down his glass, his expression turning icy. "You've been a valuable ally to us in the past, which is why I came to advise you. But if you refuse to heed my advice and choose to go against him, don't expect us to show any mercy based on our past friendship."

"Do you honestly believe I can't outmaneuver Sean?" Jonell found the idea absurd.

A young fellow like Sean dares to challenge someone with over thirty years of experience in the business world like me?! Ridiculous!