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Chapter 140 Prison Friend Gwendolyn was shaken. "He's a Warrior King?" William nodded. "He also has a senior who's a Martial God." Gwendolyn was shocked, but she was also delighted. "You'll becstronger than they are soon." William was confident about that too. The third eye he had was helping with his training tremendously. He was sure he could be a Martial God before thirty years old and even surpass his seniors.

They made small talk, and Gwendolyn said, "Supper's ready. You should cat." William hadn't had dinner, so he nodded. After he started on the path of cultivation, William started having a big appetite, so Gwendolyn hired two chefs just to cook for him. There were four dishes and a bowl of soup on the table, along with ssnacks.

William was famished, and he finished all the food in a few minutes.

Gwendolyn smiled. "I'm going back to Kreim tomorrow, but I've told the chefs to stay and cook for you." "Why so sudden?" “Dad's factories got in trouble. The products aren't selling, so cash flow is tight. I need to help him." Gwendolyn sighed. "Grandpa's factories are in Kreim, and it produces items worth four and a half billion. every year. The main products are fertilizers, polyester fabric, refined petroleum, and distilled items. He has been taking out loans just to expand the business, but the economy's been bad this year. Sales dropped, and we have too much leftover stock, so the cash flow's getting tight." "How will you solve it?" "No idea." Gwendolyn smiled bitterly. "One step at a time, I guess. A Kreim company about ten times our size wants to purchase our company. If push comes to shove, Grandpa would sell the factory." William frowned. "After all the hard work he's put into the business! That's a shame." Gwendolyn looked resigned. "What choice do we have? Either we sell the business, or the cash flow breaks and we file for bankruptcy. Selling the company off is a better choice." "How much are they offering?" "A hundred and fifty million. Not a good price, but no one else can afford us." "But your companies can at least make a fraction of that every year. That offer is too low. William shook his head.

"Yeah. We made about a hundred and thirty million last year alone." William mused over it. "If you have money, the companies can keep running, correct?" Gwendolyn nodded. "The market's always changing. If I have one year to run this, I know we can get back on track. The problem is, the bank won't approve our loans anymore." 1/3 Chapter 140 Prison Friend +5 Pearls 'A lot. Three hundred million for the short term. About five times that in the long term." She shook her head. 'Grandpa's been agonizing over that." "Til cup with something. If it's a loan you need, then that's what we'll get." "Can you really help with that?" Gwendolyn couldn't believe her ears.

William nodded. "I have connections. I can find out why the banks won't approve your loan, and then we'll settle the matter." Delighted, Gwendolyn hugged him. "Thank you, William!" William's heart skipped a beat, and he wrapped his arm around her. Gwendolyn shivered and leaned on his shoulder, her face red.

William looked at the second floor. His mother and sister were asleep, so he cleared his throat and said, "We should take this to my room.

Gwendolyn's face got redder, but she said yes, though it was barely a whisper. Delighted, William was about to take her to his room for deeper research, but then someone's phone rang.

Oh, who the hell is it? It was Dorian, and the sight of that nbrought joy to William. He quickly took the call. Took you long enough, Dorian!" A girl's voice asked, "A-Are you William?" She sounded young.

William frowned. "Yes, and who are you?" The girl started crying. "My brother toldabout you. He said you're a strong guy. C-Can you save me?" "Wait, you're Dorian's sister?" William's heart sank. "Where is he?" "T-That woman killed him six months ago, and these men are keepingunder close watch. They forcedto sell myself. I-I'm in a living hell. You have to save me..." Just then, someone roared, "Who the f*ck are you calling, you b*tch?" A loud bang erupted, and the call went dead. Someone had smashed the phone.

William's face fell, and murder filled the air around him. When he first got into prison, he was just a weak college kid who had no idea how to evemfight, even fight, so he was on the lowest rung of the prison hierarchy. He was beaten up on the first day and was forced to do the worst jobs in prison, and he wasn't even given anything to eat. It only took a few days for him to give up. He thought he would die.

It was then a man a few years older than him handed a bun to him. He had a scar on his face, and that Oman.

was Dorian Franklin William could N never forget the look in his eyes when he gave him the bun. There was passion and genuine concern in his gaze. He couldn't believe someone in prison could have that kind of gaze, and it stirred up bravery within him. "First thing you have to do in prison: survive. I'll talk to the warden and see if you can get a desk job." Dorian then left.

After that, no one tried to bully William again. Dorian vouched for him, saying he was a good college kid, so no one was allowed to bully him. Eventually, they becclose friends who would risk their lives for each other.

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After that, William got the legacy, so he helped Dorian shorten his sentence. Dorian was released six months earlier than he was. He would call a lot at first, but eventually, the calls stopped coming, and William couldn't contact him either.

Since he was in prison, he couldn't find out where Dorian was either. He did use his connections to seck Dorian out after he was released, but they found nothing It was as if Dorian had disappeared into thin air. And now, Dorian's sister told him he was dead. "I'll make your killer pay for what they did. Dorian," William growled, murder flaring in his cycs.

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