My Substitute CEO Bride

"Yasmin, that invitation is worth 500 million. You must return it to Ms. Lewis after we attend the grand launching ceremony, do you understand?" Margaret said nervously.

The villas at Gladwell were being promoted across the entire city today, making it widely known and talked about. The price of the villas was daunting. Even the cheapest one at the foot of the mountain was a billion. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

The purple-gold invitation allowed for a 50% discount, meaning this invitation itself was valued at 500 million. This grand launching ceremony would be a good chance for them to see the world. Yasmin looked toward the luxurious villas in the distance and said firmly, "Mom, when I earn enough money, I'll buy you a villa here too!"

She had not expected Hera to give her one of the invitations. Even with the invitation, she could not afford a villa here. 500 million! Perhaps she could earn that amount in the future, but all her savings now did not even amount to 50 million.

The 40-plus million in her account was the reward she received after toppling her uncle's company recently.

"Are you Mrs. Judd?" Hera asked when she saw the elderly woman accompanying Yasmin and Derek.

"Mom, this is Ms. Lewis!" Yasmin introduced quietly.

Margaret trembled slightly and bowed quickly, saying, "Ms. Lewis, hello..."

Hera was holding Micah and was unable to offer a handshake, but she smiled and said, "Hello Mrs. Judd. Please find a place to sit down soon or there won't be any seats left!"

Derek pointed to an empty table nearby. "Let's sit there!" Yasmin nodded and helped her mother over to the table to sit down.

Just then, a group of middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes approached. They were all dressed in top brands, accompanied by more than ten bodyguards.

"We need this table. You three, find another spot," said a young man in a white suit as he stepped forward.

Derek raised an eyebrow. "Haven't you heard of first come, first served?"

The young man in white pulled out a check from his pocket and slapped it on the table. "Ten million, is that enough for you?"

Derek's brows twitched wildly. His

current salary was only 50,000 anet

month, and this was with Hera's support. Ten million was about 20

years of his salary.

Sensing that these people were not to be trifled with, Margaret urged, "Let's change seats. There are a few empty tables in the back!"

Yasmin took a deep breath before looking up at the young man and saying, "Sorry, we're not moving."

Margaret's face crumpled. "Yasmin..."

"Mom, I'm the vice president of Southern Heaven Pharmaceuticals. I can't shame the company!" Yasmin said loud enough for only the two of them to hear.

Margaret nodded when she heard that and offered silent support for her daughter's stance.

The young man in white's eyes flickered with a cold glint. "Do you know who we are?"

Seeing his sister square her shoulders, Derek immediately sneered, "Who, the ruler of the country?"

The young man in white retorted angrily, "I'm Wesler Wood, the president of Bold Group!"

"Damn, here I thought you were someone important!" Derek sneered. He had never even heard of the group before.

At that moment, an entrepreneur

from the Eastjon region seated at the next table chimed in, "Young man, you can look up Bold Group online. It's a hundred-billion-dollar corporation!"

Derek began to feel uneasy then. By definition it meant the company had a market value of at least a hundred billion. Southern Heaven

Pharmaceuticals was probably only worth about 20 billion.

The three major companies, Baroque, Deco, and Innovate Collective, combined were probably worth about 50 billion.