CHAPTER 709 ORIGAMI PLANES

The old leader looked very angry, even with a touch of awe in his tone, which made Aston feel

incredulous.

The old leader was considered one of the top brass in JWCC, even if in the whole Valenham, there

were very few people who existed that made him fearful, so how come he sounded so frightened now?

But what struck Aston as incredible were the words of the old leader.

He's actually delivering tickets now!

Aston felt incredulous and his eyes went wide.

"Leader, what did you say? What tickets? I don’t understand."

Aston couldn't help but say.

The old leader, however, did not want to explain, said directly: "Do not ask so much, you just wait in

place, not to mention five minutes, is fifty minutes, an hour, you have to wait."

Cursing, the old leader hung up the phone, leaving Aston alone in his place.

Sensing that something was wrong, Quinn couldn't help but ask Aston.

Aston, however, stood in place, dumbfounded.

At this moment, Leo's mobile phone also rang.

It's still the same old leader on the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Cohen, one more minute, I'll be right there!"

"Don’t worry."

After advice, the old leader hung up the phone.

Leo smiled and took Lydia's hand.

Suddenly, he noticed that Lydia's hands were cold at the moment and her face was flustered.

So Leo said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, the tickets will be delivered soon."

With Leo to comfort her, Lydia settled down.

Quinn sneered, "You are just about the last struggle, after five minutes, if you still don't have tickets,

you still have to be thrown out ......"

Before Quinn could finish his sentence, there was a roar of a motor not far away.

A shiny black Mercedes-Benz business car pulled up at the entrance to the Crystal Palace.

The car door opened and an old man with a beard and gray hair in a suit came rushing over.

At the age of sixty, he ran into the Crystal Palace like a 100-metre sprint, leaving the crowd

dumbfounded.

"Isn't this Mr. Foster's immediate leader and a member of JWCC, Mr. Cunningham?"

"What's he doing here?"

"......"

The crowd was talking and full of surprise.

"Look guys, what is Mr. Cunningham carrying in his arms?"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, and the eyes of the crowd noticed Mr. Cunningham's pocket in his

arms.

He was seen carrying many invitations and quickly rushing towards Aston's direction.

Aston immediately went up to greet him, "Leader......"

"Go away! Get out of the way!"

Mr. Cunningham, however, pushed him away directly.

Amidst the incredulous gazes of countless people, Mr. Cunningham rushed to Leo and handed out the

pile of invitations in his hand.

"Mr. Cohen, here's the invitation you asked for!"

"You can count them!"

Only after saying this did Mr. Cunningham dare to pant for breath.

Still not daring to answer, he just stood in front of Leo, not knowing whether Leo was satisfied or not.

So the crowd watched as Mr. Cunningham, who called the shots and held a high position in JWCC,

half-bowed like a child who had made a mistake, waiting for Leo to answer.

Leo took a look at these invitations and suddenly frowned, "Just take three, won't so many be a

waste?"

Leo chided.

With a terrified look on his face, Mr. Cunningham said, "You are right, Mr. Cohen."

Leo took out three invitations, then returned the others and said, "What about these extra ones?"

Mr. Cunningham thought about it and saw Emilia beside Leo, who was folding paper planes, and

suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "Give your daughter to make paper planes!"

"Well, that's a solid solution."

Leo took Lydia went to Aston and handed over the three invitations.

He looked at the dumbfounded Aston and smiled, "How's that, Mr. Foster, did you wait these few

minutes for something meaningful?"

"......"

At these words, everyone in the room was collectively petrified.

Suspecting that something was wrong with his eyes, Aston rubbed them and looked again, only to see

that what Leo and Lydia were holding was really an invitation.

The invitation is black in colour, with the usual black diamond inlay around the perimeter.

He did not expect that someone would actually send an invitation to Leo.

The person who gave it to him is still his old leader!

Lydia was holding the invitation and her whole body was in the clouds.

Leo actually got so many invitations, which were priced to sell!

At this moment, Lydia's originally restless heart finally fell.

"How is this possible?"

Quinn and the twin sisters looked so dumbfounded that they couldn't even speak.

This scene of Mr. Cunningham sending an invitation to Leo deeply shook the hearts of Quinn and the

twin sisters.

They really wanted this to be a dream and to end quickly.

"Quinn, they seem to have really gotten the invitation."

The twin sisters' faces were full of pallor and they looked at Leo with a mixture of envy and panic.

"Didn't you say that he was just an ordinary live-in son-in-law? How come he got Mr. Cunningham

himself to deliver the invitation?"

"Miss Henderson is still the eldest princess of the Henderson family, everything is a fabrication on your

part!"

"......"

The surrounding crowd, too, all looked at Quinn and the twin sisters with cold eyes one by one.

Being watched by so many people, the three were about to faint from fear.

Suddenly, Quinn's eyes looked at the invitation in the hand of one of the guests, which was golden, in

contrast to the black one in the hand of Lydia of Leo.

Quinn froze for a moment, and then laughed as if he understood something.

"Guys, look at the invitations they're holding, they're not gold, they must be fake!"

"How dare you fool us with a fake invitation?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Aston was the first to rush up and give Quinn a big slap.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Quinn was almost dazed by the slap and was full of surprise, "Mr. Foster, what are you hitting me for?

Aren't you going to examine whether their invitations are fake or not?"

The twin sisters were also furious, but did not dare to vent with Aston.

When Aston heard this, he was so angry that his face turned pale and he slapped Quinn across the

face again.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, there is a hierarchy of invitations, the golden ones are for

ordinary guests, while the black ones are only for the supreme guests!"

Wouldn't a pile of black invitations on Leo side prove that their status was terrifying?

At the thought that he had actually listened to these three fools and offended Mr. Cohen, Aston almost

fainted and repented.

At that moment, the infrared scanner swept the invitation letter in Leo's hands and quickly showed that

their identities had passed.

Mr. Cunningham sighed with relief, then remembered what Aston had said to Leo earlier, his face

suddenly sank, and he walked up to Aston with big steps, looking at him intently.

Aston's face changed dramatically on the spot.

Mr. Cunningham was furious to the extreme: "Dare to brag in front of Mr. Cohen, I'll beat you to death!"

After saying that, he slapped Aston hard on the face.

"I have to be respectful to Mr. Cohen, what qualifications do you have?"

"Five fucking minutes can create a lot of wealth, what kind of wealth can you create with this pussy

look? Serving Mr. Cohen well is the most valuable asset of your life!"

"You even caused me to be scolded by Mr. Cohen, if I don't teach you a lesson today, will JWCC

become your business too?"

Mr. Cunningham punched and kicked Aston, and the whole scene was filled with Aston's screams.

"Leader, I was wrong, please spare me."

"Mr. Cohen, Miss Henderson, I'm wrong, I dare not do it again......"

Leo waved his hand, "Enough, my daughter is watching."

Only then did Mr. Cunningham stop and smilingly came to Mr. Cohen and bowed, "Yes, Mr. Cohen."

After saying that, he looked down at Emilia again.

The little one stared at Mr. Cunningham with big eyes.

Suddenly, she pointed at Mr. Cunningham's beard and grinned, "Grandpa Beard!"

"......"

The corners of Mr. Cunningham's mouth immediately twitched, but he still squatted down, looked at

Emilia with a kind face, and personally folded a paper plane for Emilia with a black invitation.

"Grandpa Bearded folds paper planes for you, okay?"

"Yes!"

Emilia laughed loudly.

So Mr. Cunningham picked up the paper plane, breathed in his mouth and handed it to Emilia.

With a flick of Emilia's hand, the paper plane made from the invitation flew far away into the wind.

It finally crashed into the musical fountain.

"Again, again!"

Emilia was so happy that she clapped her hands.

Mr. Cunningham also smiled and folded many paper planes at once.

"Mum and Dad, play together!"

Emilia pulled in Leo with one hand and Lydia with the other.

"Okay."

Leo started folding paper planes for his daughter too.

Lydia looked at how grounded Leo was, she fortunately relaxed and folded along with him.

"Three, two, one."

"Let's go!"

Emilia picked up these paper planes and flew one after another.

The crowd stared in bewilderment at the paper plane, worth more than a suite, flying around in mid-air.

"......"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

It was at this moment that they understood anew the definition of 'being rich'.

What is truly wealthy?

Are you rich if you are worth hundreds of millions or billions?

Superficial.

Take something of great value and play with it like a toy and throw it away.

That's real rich.

The sky was full of paper planes flying, but to the eyes of the surrounding crowd, it was dozens of

houses flying. All content is property © .

Finally, these houses ......

No, the paper planes, all of them, crashed into the musical fountain.

At this moment, everyone vaguely heard the sound of breaking.

That's the sound of a broken heart.

After flying the paper plane, Leo and Lydia then took Emilia's hand and entered the Crystal Palace,

accompanied by Mr. Cunningham.

Quinn and twin sisters stood outside the Crystal Palace lost in thought, their faces full of dullness, as if

they had lost one of their souls.

Looking back, they excitedly looked at the paper planes scattered in the musical fountain.

"Quinn, take a look, so many invitations!"

The twin sisters' eyes lit up and Quinn was a little excited.

After weighing their options, they jumped into the musical fountain like their lives depended on it to get

the paper planes out of the water.

"Hahahahaha ......"

"So many invitations! Now we can get in too!"

"What a blessing from God!"

The three men walked out of the musical fountain, soaked, holding a pile of invitations in their hands

and laughing foolishly.

Having received the invitation, Quinn led twin sisters to the entrance of the Crystal Palace with great

enthusiasm and handed the damp, creased invitation to Aston.

"Mr. Foster, we have an invitation too, let us in now!"

Seeing that these three idiots actually dared to appear in front of him, Aston directly slapped one of

them in the face and flung it at them.

"Fuck you, didn't you see the rules of the Crystal Palace? It has to be a complete invitation, no creases,

dampness or tears!"

"And, how dare you deceive me just now, someone come, beat them! Beat them to death!"

The slap given to him by the old leader was still faintly painful, and Aston was so angry that he simply

called for the three of them to be run out.

"Why do you beat us"

"Ah! My shoe, how dare you stinky security guard step off my shoe, I declare, you're done!"

"Ah ...... my eyes, bro, I'm wrong, don't beat my face."

"......"

Within ten minutes, Quinn and the twin sisters were driven out of the Crystal Palace.