Chapter 3 Blocked At The Door Due To Poverty.

Eleanor stood by, hearing Mary call Alexander "Dad." waves of emotion surged within her, tears streaming down.

"Oh no! This girl must be feverish and confused. How could this loser be her dad?"

Someone mumbled beside them.

Old Mr. Marshall's face also darkened, turning to sit down, taking Mary's small hand: "Mary, have you forgotten what Grandpa said? He's not your dad!"

This cold admonition made adorable Mary pout, tears welling up.

She looked at Alexander, mustering the courage in the angry gazes of those around, extending her small white hand: "He's my dad, I want my dad by my side..."

"Silence! He's not your dad! Having Grandpa with you is enough."

Old Mr. Marshall's face was icy, directly rejecting, without turning back, saying to Alexander: "You have two days to think, for Mary's sake, you know what to do."

Alexander's heart ached terribly, looking at his daughter on the hospital bed. For three years, it was the first time she called him dad.

No matter what, he had to cure Mary!

She was his little angel, his future!

"No need, I'll cure Mary myself! The marrow has to take of mine, she is my daughter!"

At this moment, Alexander spoke with unprecedented seriousness.

For his daughter, Alexander was willing to do anything!

This statement made everyone in the Marshall family in the hospital room tremble.

At that moment, they felt a certain pressure from Alexander!

This guy....

Having said that, Alexander turned and left the hospital.

Eleanor watched Alexander's departing figure with disbelief, her heart trembling, had he finally taken responsibility?

But, she also felt cold sweat for him.

How could a poor man with nowhere to turn cure his daughter?

At the hospital entrance, he called a number he hadn't dialed in four years.

The phone connected.

"Young Master, have you thought it through?" The voice on the other end was excited.

Alexander sighed helplessly: "Sherman, I've decided, I'll inherit the Dragon Sect."

Alright then, Alexander revealed his cards, he was a high-ranking second-generation rich!

The Dragon Sect's assets were distributed globally, worth trillions!

Even the Morgan and Rothschild families had to show respect to the Dragon Sect!

"Young Master, this is great, you've finally decided. Where are you, I'll bring the inheritance documents right away." Sherman on the other end was very excited, old tears flowing, the Dragon Sect was finally saved.

"Leave those for now, I need money urgently, 600 thousand." Alexander said.

"Young Master, not just 600 thousand, 600 million, even 600 billion is possible."

Sherman on the other end was very excited: "I'll have someone bring it to you right away."

Alexander was silent for a moment, then said: "No need, I don't want to cause misunderstandings, I'll go over myself."

"Alright, I'll wait for you at the BrightPath Solutions private club." Sherman said.

The BrightPath Solutions private club was originally an asset linked to the Dragon Sect.

Alexander hung up the phone, sighed, and looked up at the sky.

Why is poverty such a crime?

Without money, you can't do anything, not even recognize your own daughter.

Alexander and his mother were expelled from the Dragon Sect four years ago, did they still have to return in the end?

To be the puppet they pushed to the edge of the cliff?

Quickly, Alexander rode his electric scooter to the BrightPath Solutions private club.

This was the most prosperous and luxurious private club in Golden Harbor, the entrance standard was a net worth of a trillion!

Moreover, an introduction from an internal member was required to enter.

So, the BrightPath Solutions private club was not a place that could enter just by having money.

Anyone who came here to spend was a wealthy and influential leader with connections in Golden Harbor!

As soon as he stepped into the lobby, Alexander was stopped by a shout!

"Hey hey hey, who are you, who let you in, get out, dressed so shabbily and you dare to enter the BrightPath Solutions private club!"

A beautiful girl in a red cheongsam blocked Alexander, opening her mouth to scold, looking at him with disdain.

This girl, with a full figure and slender waist, a beautiful curvy body, the slits of her cheongsam revealing her fair legs as she walked, making people think wild thoughts, any man would feel their blood boil.

"Get out! This is not a place for country bumpkins like you!"

Miley Jones glared at Alexander with disdain. She had seen plenty of these poor folks before, all wanting to get into the BrightPath Solutions private club.

But did he even know what kind of place this was?

Alexander felt helpless, looked down at himself, and smiled faintly: "Sorry, but I have an appointment."

Hearing this, Miley Jones's expression became extremely unnatural, filled with disgust and contempt, she shouted: "A poor guy like you, who could you possibly have an appointment with at the BrightPath Solutions private club? Are you kidding? Go away! Don't obstruct our business!"

With that, she coldly glared at Alexander, the mockery in her eyes made one feel very uncomfortable.

Alexander's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he still politely said: "I really have an appointment, it's urgent, please let me through."

Saying that, Alexander stepped forward towards the main hall.

At this moment, Miley became anxious, grabbed Alexander's shirt, and shouted: "Are you crazy? This is the BrightPath Solutions private club, where only billionaires come! Who the hell are you to have an appointment with a big shot like that?"

She was really angry now!

What kind of trash was this, daring to trespass into the BrightPath Solutions private club!

It was practically courting death!

Alexander's eyes flashed with a cold glint, just about to explain something when a questioning voice suddenly came from the side.

"What's going on here, all this noise, what will the guests think!"

The person who arrived was a man in his thirties, wearing a well-fitted black checkered suit, with a manager's medal on his chest, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking like an elite.

"Manager Miles, finally you're here, this poor guy trespassed into our club!"

Miley immediately stamped her feet coquettishly, causing her ample bosom to shake, stirring one's imagination.

Manager Miles frowned, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up, and assessed Alexander in his simple attire, coldly saying: "Sorry, this is a private club with a membership system, I've never seen you here, please leave quickly."

Manager Miles was quite tactful, not saying anything too harsh.

Mainly, he completely ignored Alexander and naturally didn't want to say much.

Seeing Alexander still standing there, Miley immediately became furious, pointed at his nose, and scolded: "Why, aren't you leaving yet? Do you want me to call security to throw you out?"

Alexander's face finally darkened.

He was just here to find someone, why was he being targeted like this?

Could it be that just because he dressed plainly, he was labeled as a poor person?

"I'll say it again, I'm here to find one." Alexander said flatly, with a hint of anger in his tone.

Manager Miles, who had just turned to leave, now turned back, looking at him suspiciously, and asked: "Who are you looking for?"

"Sherman Lopez." Alexander replied.

"Haha!"

Suddenly, Manager Miles shook his head helplessly and sneered, asking: "You're looking for our Chairman Lopez?"

Chairman Lopez was the big boss behind the BrightPath Solutions private club.

For years, this had never happened; today was the first time!

Rumor had it that he was waiting for a distinguished guest.

Could it be this brat before him?

Miley beside him also sneered and said: "Manager Miles, this guy is just a fool, I'll get someone to throw him out."

Manager Miles didn't really want to do this, but he nodded and said: "Handle it discreetly, don't cause any discomfort or misunderstanding for our guests."

Haha.

How could Chairman Lopez possibly know a lowly poor guy like this?

"Yes, Manager Miles, I understand."

Miley bowed her soft body, each frown and smile exuded a fox-like charm.

Then, she turned back, fiercely glaring at Alexander, picked up her phone, and called security: "Send two men to the front door, there's a troublemaker."