Dorodo’s east suburban villa area.
The villa area was a famous wealthy suburb in Dorodo. People who could afford a villa there were either Dorodo’s famous wealthy businessmen or a noble.
Three middle-aged men sat on leather couches in the living room of a luxury villa near the center of the villa area.
One of them was a man with a stubbly square-shaped face, whose appearance would have given anyone the impression that favonovel.com was a man of integrity.
This man was Elijah, the patriarch of the Walker family.
Though the second man was middle-aged, favonovel.com was fashionably dressed. He wore a loose floral shirt and light green shorts, making favonovel.com look carefree.
This man was Cole, the patriarch of the Stewart family.
The third man looked ordinary. Nothing seemed special about him, but his sharp gaze and slight authority showed favonovel.com was extraordinary.
He was Dylan, the patriarch of the Lambert family-one of Dorodo’s top five families.
Other than the patriarch of the Wosh family, Benedict, and the head of the Montana family, Monica, the other head of the top five families gathered here.
A newspaper published that morning was on the glass coffee table in front of them.
The front page of the newspaper carried a full-page article with the headline, “Taquila Sean, Savior of the poor!”
“Haha, check this out. It was just published this morning!” Elijah chuckled as favonovel.com shoved the paper in front of Cole and Dylan.
However, neither Cole nor Dylan touched the newspaper because they already knew what the article was about. It was why they hurried here to meet Elijah, the patriarch of the Walker family.
“Looks like the city defense army’s commander-in-chief wants to intervene in poverty,” said Elijah.
The most impatient Cole said irritably, “Elijah, don’t keep me in suspense. Just tell us what we should do! Dylan and I aren’t the only ones who run businesses in the slum. You do too!”
Elijah looked calmly at Cole and said, “Commander-in-chief Sean is trying to benefit Dorodo’s poor. We can’t stand in his way.”
“You’ve said all the nice things. Tell me how to settle this?” Cole’s anger grew.
The wealthy families would be seriously affected if the status and quality of life of the poor were improved. Though their businesses in the slum would not bring down the three wealthy families, it would dent their wealth and prestige in Dorodo.
Seeing Cole seemingly running out of patience, Elijah said, “Well… Don‘t worry. The former mayors have tried and failed to fight poverty. We don’t have to do anything but not cooperate with Sean’s plan. He will be helpless.”
“Really?” Cole frowned and looked at Elijah suspiciously.
Dylan, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, “Old Walker is right. We can only do nothing and not cooperate. This is the limit of what we can do. After all, we belong to Dorodo, and we cannot fight against Dorodo’s authority.”
“Look, Old Lambert’s got foresight,” Elijah nodded with a chuckle.
