RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 298 - 100 million dollars

Cordial and polite, the man in blue pants curiously turned to the crowd, his hands in his pockets.

"I only know one Amber Jacobs. Amber, is he referring to you?"

From among the several elites around, the man's gaze landed on a particular individual, easily finding her within the haystack, a smile on his face.

At this, the attention shifted from both Melissa and me to Amber, who had actually been standing at the back of the crowd the whole time, a glass of red wine in hand.

No word was said or action taken, but a path quickly formed between Amber and the man in blue pants. First downing her glass, Amber looked up with a smile.

"Sky, is there a problem with his actions?"

"Well, he's taking away food meant for the guests. I can't just ignore that now, can I?"

"True, but…" Amber looked around the room, confidently meeting the gazes directed at her.

Calling a waiter nearby and placing her empty glass on the tray he held in his left hand, Amber moved through the path and stood beside me.

"Why don't we ask him why? He's a reasoning human being. He should have his reasons."

With her gaze on me, Amber's words brought everyone's attention back to me. Now holding a bag full of red curps, I had no choice but to satisfy their curiosity.

"Well, first of all…"

I looked at the crowd critically, not even sparing Sky from an intense stare.

"If there is anyone here hungry and wanting to eat red curps, raise your right hand." I raised the sack in my hand.

All around the room, there was silence. No hand went up. I then turned to Sky.

"Mr Warthag, I'm not a selfish person, but as you can see, none of the guests fancy the red curps.

Red curps, when left in the open, have a very short lifespan. So when I noticed that none of your guests wanted them, I decided to pack them all up to preserve them.

There are hundreds of children out there who don't have anything to eat. And knowing their price, my plan is to either sell them off and donate the money to homeless kids, or take them and share them with children who have no idea what luxury tastes like."

For several seconds after I finished talking, there was silence in the room. People's foreheads creased as the emotions in their gazes fluctuated while they looked at me.

Not even Amber expected the words that left my mouth. While she narrowed her eyes at me, trying to figure out my angle, Sky stared at me calmly.

"I see. That's quite thoughtful of you, Mr…?"

"Lawson. Marcus Lawson."

"Lawson," Sky repeated, slightly nodding.

"Why don't we leave this task to the waiter? It's a little messy in the back, don't you think?"

"Not a bad idea."

I turned to my left, looking at the waiter who had backed a few steps away from me at this point, and lifted the sack toward him.

"Come take this."

Under the gaze of Sky and the guests, the waiter obediently took the sack. Sky, moving to the podium at the front, immediately took charge of the atmosphere on the deck.

"Well, first I want to apologize for my lack of foresight. I should have done a survey to at least have an idea of your tastes. It was too assuming of me to present red curps…"

Handsome, elegant, and charming and as if that wasn't enough, he was polite and had a way with words.

Sky Warthag nearly made me jealous, nearly.

The thing about presenting such a character whether genuine or fake, was that you could not be me. freeweɓnovel.cøm

You could not genuinely be Sky Warthag and Marcus Lawson at the same time.

Anytime, any day, I will choose Marcus Lawson over Sky Warthag.

A guy like him would see a huge ass and, because he had character, wouldn't try to get into it. Or maybe he would try secretly. But that's him giving himself a nasty wardrobe which, sooner or later, would be opened.

"…But as Mr Lawson has said, rather than let it go to waste, we could use it to help those more in need.

And on that topic, I've decided that aside from giving out these red curps, for this party there should be a donation for charity.

Let me be the first to donate five million dollars."

"What are you up to, Marcus?" Amber had a hand to her chin, looking me over, trying to figure me out.

Unlike the others, she believed there was more to me gathering up the red curps and rightfully so.

Because not only did I have a plan bigger than red curps, but the plan was going much better than I could have possibly imagined.

"Sky, hold up."

With everyone listening to him, Sky's voice had been the main sound reverberating through the air. But then my loud voice came into the mix.

All eyes, including Sky's, turned to me. But unbothered by their gazes, I quickly marched forward.

Going through the crowd that made a path for me, I climbed up to the podium, only to be stopped at the last step. Two hefty bouncers stood in my way, the same ones who had been guarding the front of the ramp.

"Mr. Lawson, is there a problem?" Sky asked from the front of the podium. Though he looked at me, I noticed his gaze stray toward Amber, who had followed behind me a bit menacingly.

"Let me on the stage. I have something to say."

Sky frowned at my request, obviously not out of patience with me. But then a soft voice surprisingly chimed in.

"Let him on. He's my date for this party. At least listen to what he has to say."

The situation sparked rumors among the guests, and relenting, Sky nodded for his guards to let me through, his eyes following me as I moved toward him.

"Rather than a donation, I think we should do better.

Earthquakes, fires, tornadoes, volcanic eruptions, famine, wars, plagues…

Just as there are pleasures in this world, ones which we are all privileged to enjoy so too are there sufferings.

We are all humans, but we do not all fall under the same privileges.

Sky Warthag, I propose that as the two men at the forefront of our generation, the ones who will soon lead the world, we create our own charity organization.

As we climb higher, let us not forget our less privileged brothers and sisters.

For the founding of this organization, I am ready to make available one hundred million dollars."