Super Island Tycoon

In a rather Western-style castle, there lived a big figure, a person who could be said to be the most noble figure in the entire United States, even more so than that businessman who successfully transitioned from the business world to become the President of the United States, with whom he couldn't be compared.

Every time he met with that President, the President would eagerly salute him, expressing their goodwill and respect.

He was the head of the Morgan Clan.

At this moment, the head of the Morgan Clan was in his office, looking at a black-covered book, which had no title on the cover, giving it an ancient and mysterious aura.

This book was written for him by his father, the current Patriarch Morgan, which contained some interesting matters and teachings from the patriarch to him.

The book had been perused by Morgan many times. Long ago, when Morgan had just become an adult, his father gave him this book and told him: "Little Morgan, one day, you too will become a man like me. By that time, the rise and fall of the family, the fates of countless people, will be entirely in your hands. Even the entire United States will be in your hands. At that moment, you must remember this sentence—no matter what you do, always consider how I would do it?"

From that time onwards, whenever Morgan did anything, he couldn't help but ponder—if this matter was his father's, how would he handle it? Unknowingly, many years passed, and his father began retiring, handing over all the family's powers to him, while he too had children of his own.

Early on, when he first became the head of the Morgan Clan, he would often consult his father, but after his father's death, he could only look at this book over and over again.

As Morgan looked at the book, he couldn't help but wonder, if in the future, when I retire, and my son takes over this family, should I write a book for him as well?

Do I really have the qualification to write such a book for my son?

Morgan couldn't help but question himself, and thinking carefully, he felt he didn't truly have the qualification—even though, to outsiders, the master of the seemingly steady Morgan Clan had insecurities and a lack of confidence deep within.

In his view, compared to his father, he fell far too short.

From his impressions, his father could control everything perfectly, handling matters with absolute elegance and poise, dealing with any trouble as if it were a trivial matter, not like a problem at all.

Such a father he worshipped deeply, and whenever faced with problems, the anxious Morgan would always instinctively think, if it were his father, what choice would he make? Just like at this moment....

Morgan made such a choice—he wanted to forcibly snatch that piece of cake from Cosmic Umbrella Technology Company. Such methods were undeniably crude.....

"If it were you, father, how would you decide?" Morgan murmured, turning the ring on his finger, appearing troubled, completely different from his demeanor at meetings; whenever alone, he would fully expose his cowardice, indecision, and hesitancy.

At this moment, the door to the room was knocked.

Originally pained, Morgan's expression instantly turned cold; he glanced at the clock on the wall, then revealed a faint smile, and said, "Come in."

"Yes." The person outside said respectfully and then pushed the door open and entered. It was his secretary, a very shrewd and capable woman.

"Is there anything important to report?" Morgan closed the book at hand, carefully placing it in the drawer, and asked casually without looking up.

"It's like this..." The secretary began, "The Knight Mercenary Corps, thanks to our identity information assistance, has successfully entered Huaxia and arrived in Luocheng where Cosmic Umbrella Technology Company is located... They reported this to us recently, and they will complete the task you've entrusted them with."

After hearing this, Morgan nodded and said, "I see."

The secretary nodded, knowing she came here for this; having informed Morgan, she had no reason to stay and immediately said, "Then I shall take my leave."

"Wait." Morgan suddenly said.

"Anything else?" The secretary asked.

"When you contact them, remind them to be discreet. Even if they fail, we cannot let the Huaxia authorities know who took action against Cosmic Umbrella Company—if exposed, there will be significant troubles.

Morgan said slowly, "Of course, even so, the Huaxia authorities might know it's our doing, but without evidence, they can't do anything to us!"

"Understood! I'll remind them to be discreet again!" The secretary nodded and prepared to leave when Morgan's phone rang.

This surprised the secretary—Morgan was equally surprised—who was calling at this time to Rockefeller?

It must be understood that all calls to Morgan would be received by this secretary first.

Only Morgan's private phone would be connected directly to him.

And this private number, not many people knew. Even high-profile figures with whom he had an antagonistic relationship from the recent meeting did not know this private number.

In this world, those who knew Morgan's private number could be counted on one hand.

Morgan frowned, picked up the phone, which immediately displayed a strange number.

"...?" Seeing the string of zeros on the phone, Morgan was a bit confused. What kind of troublesome number is this!

Morgan rubbed his temples in frustration... Despite never having the great wisdom his father had, from beginning to end, he imitated his father. He had heard many praises from elders before, and he loved hearing praises like "Little Morgan, you're becoming more like your father."

However, no matter how he imitated, he remained himself, and his father was still his father.

Still, the word "stupid" never touched him.

On the contrary, countless people have gnashed their teeth in secret cursing him: Cunning old fox, just as cunning as Old Morgan!

Yet, cunning as he was, he was completely at a loss at this moment. No matter how he imagined, he couldn't figure out where things went wrong, how Jiang Cheng, the founder of Cosmic Umbrella Technology Company in the distant East under the red governance, could know his plan, or even know his private number—who betrayed him?