CHAPTER 711 ONE DRAGON, TWO PHOENIXES
With the clock ticking down, the lot drawing of Dongcheng Hutong will soon begin.
A large crowd has gathered in the banqueting venue on the top floor of the Crystal Palace.
Everyone waited for the people from JWCC to come over.
Lydia took out her mobile phone and looked at it with a somewhat nervous expression.
Leo could see Lydia's concern and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"I was wondering what I would do if I got lucky and got a lottery number and I didn't have enough
money to buy the house."
Lydia's tone was very tense.
Leo glanced at her phone and the balance was still in eight figures.
For the average person, this is an amount that is beyond the reach of a lifetime.
But it's still a long way from being able to buy the entire Dongcheng Hutong.
The only way for Lydia to buy the whole of Dongcheng Hutong is to use the power of the assets of the
L Group headquarters.
But the problem is that a number of people in the room are planning to use the power of the company's
consortium to buy up the entire Dongcheng Hutong.
So Lydia is not at an advantage.
Leo smiled and helped her close the phone, "Since we're buying Dongcheng Hutong, we definitely
can't use your money."
"What?"
At these words, Lydia froze for a moment, not understanding for a moment what Leo meant.
Leo smiled mysteriously and said, "We take the number first."
So, Lydia asked no more questions.
Indeed, no amount of money will help if you don't get a lottery number.
"What a coincidence, huh? You guys here too."
"What's wrong with the bodyguards at this Crystal Palace today, why are they putting everyone in
there?"
"Do you know that you three with lower social status standing here pull down the whole lot of us?"
Suddenly a middle-aged couple with a magnificent appearance came up to them.
It was Terry's parents, Paul and Florence.
Tonight, Paul and Florence both gorgeously dressed, especially Florence, in a gorgeous to elaborate
evening gown, plus she was already well maintained and looked as if she was only thirty, still
glamorous.
Paul was dressed in a suit, with stubble on his face, which instead makes him look more mature.
But what they say is sickening.
These mean-spirited words come from Florence.
An intimidating chill flashed in Leo's eyes as he stared coldly at them and spoke, "I can sort of
understand why Terry would almost die, because he had a parent who was even more ill-mannered."
"What did you say!"
As soon as Leo made this statement, Paul and Florence instantly filled their faces with anger and
shouted out angrily.
Florence, in particular, was full of annoyance and glared, if eyes could kill, then Leo would have been
dead long ago.
And the conflict that was caused was one that attracted the attention of those present.
"It's him? Why is he here too?"
Not far away, in the circle of celebrities stood a slender woman in a white evening gown, looking in the
direction where Leo was with a face full of gloom, her cheek twitching fiercely.
Deep in her eyes, there was still a strong sense of horror.
It is none other than Cindy.
She has only a heartfelt fear and an unquenchable hatred for Leo.
If it weren't for Leo, Ariella would have been kicked out of the Spencer family long ago, and it wouldn't
have turned into a situation where she was constrained, or even suppressed, by Ariella.
Of course, more importantly, Cindy had been taught a lesson by Leo more than once, most recently at
the Holmes’ compound, and when she saw Leo, she was like a mouse seeing a cat, turning her head
and walking away.
"What's wrong, cousin?"
Beside Cindy, a handsome man in a white suit walked over.
His eyes are deep, yet his gaze shines like the sun, and his refined manner of speech makes him seem
like a true gentleman.
Cindy glanced at him with a deep scorn in her eyes, "Maxwell, you just came home, you don't know the
situation very well, that man's name is Leo, he almost became Ariella's husband five years ago, and
now married Lydia Henderson."
"Oh?"
The man called Maxwell raised his eyebrows, then looked at Leo and muttered a laugh, "To be liked by Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.
Ariella, it seems that this man does have superiority."
Hearing this, Cindy said, "Maxwell, I am at least your cousin, can you allow a girl who comes from
outside to constrain my influence?"
Maxwell smiled faintly.
She was asking for help, but did she really think he would be so kind?
"Cousin, I'm not going to help you, you need to cheer yourself up!"
With a teasing sentence, Maxwell left the Crystal Palace without a backward glance.
With all the attention on the Crystal Palace, Maxwell actually didn't seem the least bit interested.
He walked past Leo and the two men brushed shoulders for a moment, shoulders bumping lightly.
Leo raised an eyebrow, and his eyes gave him a faintly sidelong glance.
Looking at each other for less than a second, Maxwell quickly walked down the stairs.
Leo also withdrew his gaze, keeping an eye on this man in his mind.
......
Maxwell walked out of the Crystal Palace and was immediately escorted by an attendant into a stretch
limousine.
"Young master, here is the information you wanted."
The waiter handed over a thick sheet of information.
"Hmm."
Maxwell sat in the back seat and then flipped through it.
Only Leo's personal details are photocopied on it.
Maxwell read it and laughed.
"The adopted son of a small, uncouth family in Pearl? Became a live-in son-in-law of the Lawson family
five years ago? And then deserted on his wedding day?"
Maxwell shook his head, how could such a man make his cousin look like this?
He then flipped through it and froze in his tracks.
The last five years of this experience, surprisingly, was blank?
"How come there is nothing?"
Maxwell looked to the butler and questioned.
The butler said without condescension, "We've used every avenue, but we still can't find out anything
for the past five years, it's as if, he's evaporated."
"......"
Then, Maxwell's eyes became grave.
Blank for those five years, such a person had either really evaporated or was of such high status that
they were not qualified to make enquiries.
"Young master, since he is a thorn in your side, why not ......"
The butler's eyes instantly turned cold and he made a gesture to slide his neck.
"Don't alert him."
However, Maxwell waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Don't make a hasty move."
Maxwell knew very well that it was Cindy who had a grudge against Leo now, not him.
Why should he bother to get into this mess?
"I have no enmity with him per se, except that my cousin has him in her heart ......"
Maxwell muttered, and suddenly there was an additional photograph in his hand.
The photograph is of a young girl with clear eyebrows and, judging by the angle from which it was
taken, is clearly a stolen shot.
"I thought this little girl was Cindy, but to my surprise, it was Ariella!"
"It was I, who loved the wrong man."
"But now that I know the truth, I will not allow you to have another man in your heart ......"
Maxwell's eyes suddenly became stern, and the palm of his hand resting on the armrest was fiercely
pressed.
The interior of the limousine has a handrail that has been broken in two hard sections.
Who would have thought that there would be such a relationship?
......
At this moment in the Crystal Palace, everyone's eyes were focused on Leo and Lydia.
"So it's you!"
Another low voice came out.
Leo looked for the sound and saw two young men, surrounded by a large group of men and women,
marching towards them.
It was still two familiar faces, Hayden, and Abraham.
Abraham's eyes showed a fierce light and his voice was cold.
Next to him, Hayden said even more unapologetically, "Leo, you actually dare to come to Valenham?"
"If you're in Pearl, that's fine, but you dare to come to Valenham, you're simply seeking your own
death!"
Hayden's expression was grim as he said in a cold voice.
The sound of dense footsteps came as another youth, with a wry smile, arrived in front of Leo.
"Leo, we meet again."
"Olly."
Lydia's face paled slightly and her palms broke out in cold sweat.
These are the people who can represent the royal family of Valenham!
But on the contrary, Leo's expression remained calm, as if he did not take their words to heart at all.
"Oh, boy, you are really a stinker that everyone is shouting at, you have offended so many people, I will
see how you can run away today?"
Paul and Florence laughed coldly.
Leo laughed lightly, "Run? Who said I was going to run?"
"Isn't this the place to draw lots, and since when, has it become a place to fight?"
"Is this the true face of the Valenham royal family?"
Leo's voice was langorous and echoed throughout the Crystal Palace penthouse.
All of a sudden, everyone's face turned pale.
Florence pointed at Leo and cursed, "You're a person with no status and no background standing here,
and you have reason? Is this a place where you can come?"
At these words, Hayden, Abraham, and Olly all looked as if they had remembered something and their
faces changed slightly.
The fact that Lydia had been thrown out by the Henderson family was known to them.
Yet, here they are, how did they get in?
Hayden sneered, "You stole this invitation from somewhere, right?"
Lydia looked irritated and was about to argue, but Leo pulled her back and said calmly, "Lydia, what's
the point of talking nonsense with this bunch of rabble-rousers? Let's just wait for the lot drawing to
begin."
"What? How dare you call us a rabble?"
Hayden was full of irritation.
Olly smiled slightly and took a step forward, "It's not that we don't trust Mr. Cohen, but there is an
unwritten rule that before the lots drawing begins, all have to show the corresponding property of their
worth, so as to avoid the embarrassing situation of having the number and not being able to afford
Dongcheng Hutong."
As the words fell, Hayden, Abraham and the others became much quieter, and Paul and Florence even
looked at Leo and Lydia with a sneer.
Olly's meaning is clear: you want to come in, fine, but first you have to see if you can afford to buy
Dongcheng Hutong.