C3 This Was Impossible!!

Fischer's entire outfit wasn't even worth 200 yuan, making him stick out like a sore thumb among the impeccably dressed guests frequenting the Silver Club.

In a rush, Fischer pleaded, "This man has dishonorable intentions towards my wife. Please, I need to get inside and bring her out!"

The response was icy, "No membership card, no entry!"

Fischer's mind raced with urgency, yet he was acutely aware that the Silver Club was guarded by dozens of seasoned veterans. Forcing his way in was out of the question.

Then it hit him – he had a college friend named Bea who worked at the Silver Club!

Without hesitation, he dialed Bea's number.

After he explained the situation, Bea quickly reassured him, "Myers, I've got this. Just wait for me at the entrance. I'll be right there to help you find your sister-in-law!"

Fischer was overwhelmed with gratitude.

It appeared that the bonds of college friendship, though aged, still held strong. He resolved to find a way to repay Bea's kindness.

"Hey, Class Rep Zhou!"

Minutes later, a woman's surprised shout echoed from within the clubhouse.

Looking up, Fischer saw a woman dressed in an OL outfit, with bold makeup and an alluring presence, striding out of the club.

Bea? She had changed so much, he barely recognized her!

The bewitching lady's appearance sent the two black-clad security guards at the door into a flurry of bows as they respectfully greeted, "Leader Olson."

Fischer exclaimed in amazement, "Bea, it's been years, and now you're a team leader at the Silver Club – that's incredible!"

Bea replied with a modest smile, "You flatter me, class leader. I'm just a small group leader in the Personnel Department. At Silver Club, I'm really just a mid-level manager."

Fischer expressed his admiration, "Even so, that's quite an achievement. I've heard the Silver Club's management standards are extremely high! You're doing great!"

Bea allowed herself a moment of pride before turning to the two security guards with a frosty inquiry, "Were you two the ones who stopped my college class rep at the door and wouldn't let him in?"

The two exchanged a glance, and one quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Leader Olson, I wasn't aware he was your college classmate. Plus, he doesn't have a membership card. I was just following the club's policies."

Bea let out a cold snort. "Rules are meant to be flexible; people are not rigid. Haven't you learned that yet?"

Fischer, worried that Bea might reprimand them, quickly interjected, "Bea, there's no need to be hard on them. Could you please just take me inside to find my wife? I'm begging you."

Bea looked at Fischer, her expression shifting to a mocking smile. "Myers, you really overestimate your importance. Did you think I'd inconvenience my team for your sake?"

Fischer's brow furrowed in confusion. "Bea, what are you getting at?"

Bea smirked, "Isn't it clear? You think someone like you, a complete nobody, can get into the Silver Club? Dream on, because it's never going to happen in this lifetime!"

Fischer's fists tightened as he confronted her. "Then why did you say you'd help me over the phone?"

Bea's laughter shook her. "I was just messing with you! I've never thought much of you since our university days, you hopeless bookworm. You couldn't even afford a decent meal in the cafeteria, yet you strutted around as class rep. You're pathetic!"

With a steely tone, Fischer responded, "Bea, I've never done anything to offend you. Why do you keep insulting me?"

Bea, arms crossed and oozing arrogance, retorted, "I simply despise you. Is that a problem? Everyone knows that post-graduation, you became nothing more than a matrilocal son-in-law. You struggled to feed yourself in school, and now you're living off your wife. And you still have the audacity to ask for my help? You're nothing!"

Though Fischer was seething with rage, his greatest concern was for Rosailla, who had already made her way into the club.

Just then, Fischer's phone buzzed with a message from an unknown sender: "Young Master, the Silver Club is also owned by Myers Group."

His pupils dilated in shock.

The Silver Club belonged to Myers Group?

Without thinking, he texted back, "You're not pulling my leg, are you?"

"Check the asset list in your email," came the reply.

Fischer quickly accessed his phone, locating an email labeled Myers Group Asset Inventory.

Clicking into it, his heart nearly stopped.

A document containing over 10,000 entries lay before him.

Each entry detailed a Myers Group property, complete with names, addresses, market values, and contact information for the managers.

Fischer wasted no time using the search function to look up the Silver Club.

Instantly, the club's details appeared.

"Silver Club, located in East Setania, valued at 2.5 billion RMB. Managed by Bradley, contact number: 139..."

Bea had always found her college class president, Fischer, insufferably weak.

Even when she insulted him to his face, he remained impassive.

She knew that Cornell, a silver member of the club, was courting Fischer's wife, Rosailla, and she aimed to provoke Fischer. If she could get him to lose his cool and have security rough him up, she'd be in Cornell's good graces.

Members of the Silver Club were wealthy and known for their lavish spending. Cornell's tips alone were in the thousands. If she managed to get Fischer beaten up, surely Cornell would reward her handsomely, perhaps with ten or twenty thousand yuan?

But Fischer seemed to have abandoned all pretense of dignity, not showing any anger and instead fiddling with his phone.

Bea's frustration grew.

She ramped up her taunts, "Wow, class president, you've got quite the tolerance. Your wife's about to be compromised, and here you are, casually playing on your phone? Looks like you're headed for a green hat!"

In that moment, Fischer called Bradley, the manager at Silver Club. Glancing at Bea, he said calmly, "I need to speak with your supervisor about the hiring practices at Silver Club. It's astounding that they would hire someone who spews such filth."

"You've got a death wish!" Bea erupted, turning to the security guard beside her, "Damn it, he's here to cause trouble—take him down!"

Meanwhile, Fischer had already made the call.

"Hello, who's this?"

An authoritative voice answered from the other end.

Fischer's voice was icy, "Is this Bradley? I'm Fischer, standing at the entrance of Silver Club. You have one minute to come down here, or you'll be barred from Silver Club for good!"

The once-confident man on the phone suddenly sounded panicked, "Young master? Are you really at the entrance of Silver Club?"

Fischer replied, just as frostily, "Fifty seconds left."

The man, clearly terrified, stammered out, "Please wait, I'm on my way!"

Bea, amused and irritated by Fischer's call, mocked him, "Fischer, I never took you for such a big talker. Do you even know who Director Burns is? The elite members here wouldn't dare to strut around him, and you think a fake phone call will fool me?"

Fischer responded coolly, "Whether I'm fooling you, you'll find out in thirty seconds."

Bea burst into laughter, "Alright, Myers, I'll humor you for thirty seconds! No, let's make it three minutes! If Director Burns doesn't show in three minutes, I'll have the guards rip your mouth apart! Then we'll see how much you can boast!"

Twenty seconds passed.

A middle-aged man in a top-tier custom suit came running out in a blind panic.

Since he had taken the helm in East Setania and become the head of Silver Club, he was the most revered figure in the region. He had never been seen in such disarray.

But he was in a state of panic now, having received news just that morning that the chairmanship of Myers Group would be passing to the young master, and now, before noon, the young master had arrived at Silver Club...

Bea was gearing up to taunt Fischer when she noticed the security guards beside her staring past her, their faces filled with alarm.

She turned instinctively and was thunderstruck to see Director Burns rushing out from inside.

Instantly, her gaze turned to Fischer, her eyes brimming with astonishment. "How can this be possible?"