Chapter 1

　　"To support this charity dinner, I will donate 100,000 dollars. I hope our scientists can continue to lead the development of science and technology!"

　　"I'll donate 200,000 dollars on behalf of the Howard Group."

　　The Sarton family held a charity dinner at the Grand Hyatt Hotel in New York tonight. The theme is to support the R&D of science and technology.

　　Many companies related to the Sarton Group were invited. They sent representatives over.

　　Stanley Sarton, chairman of the Sarton Group, looked at the great atmosphere and nodded in satisfaction.

　　Then, Stanley's grandson, Hubert, saw Randall, standing in the corner of the venue, eating a sandwich with his head lowered.

　　Hubert secretly sneered.

　　He stood in the middle of the venue and spoke, "Randall, as Shirley's husband, you should also make donations this time."

　　All the guests at the scene immediately focused their attention on Randall.

　　Stanley's granddaughter, Shirley, quickly walked up to Hubert and said, "Randall is my husband. I'll donate on behalf of our family."

　　"Shirley, Mona and I donated separately." Hubert refused with a smile. He then looked at Randall and said, "Randall, how much are you going to donate?"

　　Randall reached into his pocket and took out two notes. He said, "This is the rest of my salary for this month. I'll donate it all."

　　The entire venue went silent. Everyone looked at Randall in disbelief.

　　Then, the entire venue burst into laughter.

　　"He donated 200 dollars. Come on, is he joking?"

　　"He is the poor husband of Shirley. No wonder."

　　"What's his job? He might earn more by begging!"

　　Three years ago, Shirley found Randall out of nowhere and married him directly. At that time, Randall was indeed no different from a homeless man.

　　After they got married, others in the Sarton family had always wanted to drive him away.

　　However, Randall's mentality was strong. He remained unmoved by their mockery and ridicule. He and Shirley had been a couple until now.

　　Stanley's face darkened as he listened to the mockery.

　　Hubert snorted and said to the crowd, "Thank you for your support. It was just a joke from Randall. Now, I will donate 500,000 dollars on my behalf!"

　　As soon as his voice fell, the scene immediately burst into an uproar.

　　"Hubert is really generous!"

　　"That's what a rich man does! He is indeed wealthy!"

　　The discussion at the scene greatly satisfied Hubert's vanity.

　　Hubert's wife, Mona, stood beside Shirley and sneered. "Shirley, what kind of person are you married to? He actually took out 200 dollars on such an occasion. He doesn't care about his own reputation, but the Sarton family still wants ours."

　　"My dear, you want Randall to take out 500,000 dollars too? I'm afraid he's going to beg everyone in New York!" Hubert said in a good mood.

　　"You know how much I earn. You were just trying to make a fool of me, right?" Randall said through gritted teeth.

　　He was currently a security guard at Hubert's company.

　　Hubert immediately raised his eyebrows and snorted. "Were you complaining? If you don't like the salary, just leave."

　　Stanley listened to their conversation and walked over with a gloomy expression. He looked at Shirley and said. "Hubert was right. I told you to marry Percy, but you insisted on marrying this trash. Now you almost brought shame to our Sarton family."

　　"Grandpa, I'm sorry." Shirley could only lower her head and say sorry in front of Stanley.

　　"Then divorce him!" Stanley said sternly.

　　Shirley raised her head and looked at Stanley. She bit her lips and shook her head, saying, "I will not divorce Randall."

　　Stanley's expression instantly turned furious. He growled angrily, "Then get out. He isn't qualified to attend this party."

　　Randall did not wish to stay here, either. He looked at Shirley and said, "Shirley, I will head out now. Don't worry about me."

　　With that, he immediately turned around and walked out without waiting for Shirley's reply.

　　Hubert smiled and said, "Randall, don't forget to take away your money. Don't go out to beg for money. The Sarton family can't afford the rumor of having a beggar!"

　　Hubert said, throwing away the 200 dollars that Randall had just donated.

　　Randall turned to look at the 200 dollars on the ground. He gritted his teeth and turned to leave the venue.

　　After leaving the hotel, Randall planned to return home to wait for Shirley. Just as he walked to a small path, he saw two men in black suits standing in the middle of the road.

　　He immediately turned around vigilantly, shifting to another road.

　　When he turned around, he saw two other men in black suits blocking his way.

　　"What are you doing?" Randall asked warily.

　　"Mr. Randall, please come with us." One of the black-clothed men said.

　　Randall saw the guns with them. He understood that he could not fight head-on. He could only follow them.

　　He followed the man in black into a car. The car drove a while before it stopped, and he was taken into a warehouse.

　　A man walked towards him. The man greeted Randall.

　　Randall frowned as he looked at the man. The moment Randall recognized the man in the front, he looked like a different person.

　　"Dwayne?" he asked indifferently.

　　"It's me. Mr. Bruno has been looking for you. Please come back with me," Dwayne said respectfully.

　　"Weren't you the ones who chased me away? Now you want me to go back?" Randall said coldly.

　　"Mr. Randall, Mr. Bruno has his own difficulties." A troubled expression appeared on Dwayne's face.

　　However, Randall didn't reply.

　　Dwayne looked at Randall's unmoved expression and sighed. He then handed over an American Express Centurion Card and said, "Mr. Bruno knows that you have been working hard these years. The card is a little compensation for your hard work."

　　"How much in it?" Randall asked.

　　"Mr. Randall, ten million dollars," Dwayne replied.