"Tara, please step aside so I may take a look," Bidegla said as she furrowed her brow and pushed Tara Lassen to the side. She then continued to press her palm onto the middle-aged man, gently stimulating him to wakefulness. Although he stirred, Bidegla's actions only provided him with a mental stimulus, as he was still inebriated. Nevertheless, upon seeing him awaken, Bidegla brought him a glass of water and calmly inquired, "Tell me, what is the situation with your company?"

The middle-aged man, now somewhat recovered, did not respond to Bidegla, but instead directed his gaze at Tara Lassen, looking bewildered. "Dad, he's the boyfriend I told you about. He heard about the situation at our house and came specially," Tara Lassen said, blushing slightly.

"Are you Tara's boyfriend?" Pete Lassen's eyes lit up upon hearing Tara Lassen's words, and he became very enthusiastic, patting the sand next to him and saying, "Please, have a seat."

With a smile, Bidegla glanced at Pete Lassen and said, "You should go freshen up. I don't wish to converse with someone who has bad breath."

Embarrassed by Bidegla's words, Pete Lassen's face revealed a hint of discomfort. The stress from the company's affairs in recent days had nearly overwhelmed him, and if it weren't for Tara Lassen, his daughter, he would have chosen to end his life.

"Please, have a seat for a while. I'll be right back," he said to himself, realizing that his current state of distress had been witnessed by his daughter's boyfriend. He was in a tough spot, but he didn't want his daughter to suffer along with him.

His life was over. With a debt of over ten million, he would never be able to repay it even if he worked for the rest of his life. All he wanted now was for his daughter to find a good husband and be able to live a better life, even if it meant cutting ties with her and not seeing her suffer.

"Don't bother cleaning up. Let your maid take care of it," Bidegla said, seeing Tara Lassen picking up the scattered bottles.

"The company has gone bankrupt, and our maid left a long time ago. Now, it's just my dad and me at home," Tara Lassen said, her expression somewhat bleak.

"What about your mom?"

"After giving birth to me, she left because she thought I was poor, and she ran off with a wealthy man. It's been almost twenty years, and I can barely remember what she looks like. Please, don't bring up that woman again," Tara Lassen said, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Abandoning her daughter after giving birth, such a woman was truly not a good person.

"Back then, we were still living in the countryside. It was because my mom ran off with someone that my dad brought me here to the City of Bamboo Sea to make a living. And we've been here ever since..." Tara Lassen opened up about her family history as if recalling past events.

Listening to her recollections, Bidegla came to understand her family situation. When her parents got married, they were extremely poor and struggled to even have enough to eat. It was for this reason that her mother left with a wealthy man after giving birth to her, and had not returned in over twenty years, leaving them behind. Perhaps it was because of her mother's departure that Pete Lassen, at a young age, brought his daughter alone to the City of Bamboo Sea to make a living, eventually attaining the status and position they now held.

It could be said that her father was truly self-made, achieving considerable success and enough wealth to afford such a villa. It was evident that her father and others like him had made quite a bit of money.

Furthermore, Bidegla also understood that his father's company was just a small enterprise, engaged in the processing of electrical appliances and manufacturing of components. In the past, the electrical manufacturing industry was highly sought after, but with the emergence of more and more businesses, his father's business was declining, barely making ends meet. This time, after being manipulated by someone with ulterior motives, the small company went bankrupt, with debts totaling over ten million. Although they still lived in the villa, it had already been mortgaged as immovable property. If they couldn't come up with the money in ten days, they would have to move out.

"What kind of business is the company that troubled your father's company?" Bidegla suddenly asked.

"That company is a genuine electrical manufacturing company with independent capabilities, while my father's company is only responsible for producing components, serving as one of its production departments. We used to have a good partnership, but ever since that person appeared, they have been trying to take advantage of us," Tara Lassen explained. At this point, Tara Lassen didn't continue, as Bidegla already understood everything he wanted to know.

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It was indeed very easy for a large company to crush a small company, just like an adult beating a child. A short while later, Pete Lassen emerged from the shower. Although he still walked unsteadily, he was truly awake.

"I apologize for making a fool of myself the first time we met," Pete Lassen said with a forced smile.

"Don't worry about it, uncle. I'm here today to help you solve your problems. Please tell me in detail what's going on so I can come up with a plan," Bidegla said straightforwardly.

"Can you help me solve the problem?" Pete Lassen was surprised to hear Bidegla's words. He had thought Bidegla was just an ordinary person and never considered this possibility.

He had truly made a mistake. He had accepted that his daughter might marry an ordinary person, which was better than being with him, a father with a mountain of debt. He had seen the type of person who wanted to marry Tara - a second-generation wastrel, who was usually idle and dissolute, causing harm to countless girls. Handing his daughter over to him was like sending a lamb to the slaughter. Pete Lassen could never do such a thing. His daughter's mother had disappeared after giving birth to her, and for over twenty years, there had been no contact. So, he cherished his only daughter and would not compromise, even if he was threatened, until it had evolved into the current situation. For his daughter, he was willing to risk everything, even if it meant the company going bankrupt.

"Although I may not be a big shot in the city of Zhuhai, I still have some influence. If there's a problem you tell me about, I'll do my best to help. If I can't help, I hope you won't blame me," Bidegla said confidently.

"Alright," Pete Lassen said, looking at Bidegla with a newfound respect. Although he didn't know what Bidegla did, his demeanor was not something an ordinary person could possess.

"Speaking of which, it's because the son of one of my business partners took an interest in my daughter..."

"Uncle, I already know about that. Now, please get to the point," Bidegla interrupted Pete Lassen, urging him to focus on the main issue.

"Very well," Pete Lassen nodded, took a sip of water, and continued, "My company is just a subcontractor under his command. Although it has been declining in recent years, it still has some reserves. What I never expected was that the person I had been cooperating with for over a decade suddenly turned against me and targeted my company. He first cut off my client base, then maliciously acquired my stocks, causing a sharp drop in the stock price. Shareholders were frightened into continuously selling, and my company was unable to repay so much money, so I had to declare bankruptcy." Pete Lassen spoke with a bitter smile on his face.

"Go on," Bidegla urged.

"And the reason for all of this is because his son took a liking to my daughter Tara's appearance. Although I, Pete Lassen, am not a big shot, I have a daughter like Tara, so even if it means risking the company's bankruptcy, I must protect her. That's how it has come to this situation now."

"Alright, I understand. The cause of all this must be related to that second-generation rich kid, right?" Bidegla spoke, focusing his gaze on Pete Lassen.

"That's right," Pete Lassen nodded, then looked at Tara Lassen and Bidegla, finally fixing his gaze on Bidegla and asked, "I still don't know your name."

"I'm Bidegla. You can call me Bidegla," Bidegla smiled.

"Then I'll call you Bidegla. This time, the one I'm up against is a company worth five to six billion. If you're not confident, it's best to stop as soon as possible. I may be at the end of my rope, but my daughter is still young. I hope she can have a happy and fulfilling life." With these words, Pete Lassen's expression turned serious, tinged with a hint of reluctance.

It is said that a daughter is a father's cherished little cotton jacket. Now that he himself is finished, he has to consider his daughter. He has no way to protect his daughter and has to seek help from Bidegla.

"I will certainly take good care of your daughter, but this matter cannot just end like this. Since they dare to oppress you, I will dare to oppress them. I've never been afraid of anyone." Bidegla spoke, then took out his phone from his pocket.

In this matter, involving the government will not be of much help, as acquiring stocks is not a crime. Bidegla also didn't want to bother Ned Duda too much, so he directly contacted Stuart Buzer.

Stuart Buzer is the underground king of Zhuhai City. Which big businessman dares to claim not to know him? There are countless businessmen who have a close relationship with him.

"Hello, Brother Buzer, I need to ask you for a favor now. Help me catch a second-generation rich kid, the son of the chairman of the xx company." Bidegla revealed the name of the electrical company and gave him his current address. He knew that Stuart Buzer would definitely help him catch the person.

"No problem, wait an hour, and I will personally deliver the person to you." After speaking, Stuart Buzer hung up the phone decisively.

"Alright, the situation is already being resolved. Uncle, just wait and watch a good show." Bidegla spoke, then took out a cigarette and handed one to Pete Lassen.

"You're not involved in the underworld, are you?" Pete Lassen, who had just heard Bidegla's phone call, asked with some concern.

People who mix with the underworld may appear successful on the surface, but they never know when they will meet with an accident. If he were to hand his daughter over to a gang member, he really had to think carefully about it.

This couldn't be a case of going from the frying pan into the fire, could it?

"Uncle, where are you going with this? I simply know a friend with a bit of energy, I have no inclination towards the underworld, I am a normal person."

"Well, that's good to hear," Pete Lassen breathed a sigh of relief at Bidegla's words, then lit a cigarette and began to smoke with Bidegla.

As long as his daughter is not interested in the underworld, anything is acceptable.