Chapter 1693 - 1611: Does Your Family Own a Mine?

Julian Leighton came to the Holiday Village purely by luck. The Leighton Family is well known in the Imperial City, but they’re not at the top - a large but middling powerful family. As they say, every family has its own troubles.

His father is famously frivolous, with one mistress after another, resulting in so many children in the Leighton Family that they could stage a drama about palace intrigues, with all of them acting true to character.

Julian was lucky enough to be born to the first wife, which granted him the title of legitimate heir. However, his beautiful and kind mother was vexed to death by the mistresses, and his father remarried, so there wasn’t just one legitimate heir.

Julian has survived into his twenties thanks to his ancestors’ blessings. As he graduated college, unexpected incidents occurred one after another, and Julian realized that if he kept dragging things, his fate would be sealed. There was no relying on his father, whose favoritism was obvious. His maternal family was sincere and honest, so he didn’t want them to worry. Julian had to find his own way to survive.

The hierarchy among the famous families in the Imperial City is strict. Over the years, Julian disguised himself as an idle playboy in order to survive, which meant he couldn’t really make contact with the true scions of the elite. The Imperial City houses many families more powerful than his, but Julian is an ambitious slacker, so if he were to latch onto a benefactor, he would choose the best, and Constantine Stewart was his target.

So, when he learned that Constantine posted a message about the Holiday Village in his social circle, Julian booked a room without hesitation and headed to South River with a few hangers-on.

"Julian, what should we do later?" one chubby guy asked.

Julian snapped back to reality, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and lazily said, "Free activities this afternoon."

Everyone: "What?"

"Julian, you’re the expert on fun, we’re all relying on you to show us the way," said the tall, skinny guy with glasses.

"Julian, why don’t we go to Suton? I heard there are hot springs there," a girl said sweetly.

Julian rolled his eyes, thinking they’re pathetic. Was he here to have fun? He was here to save his own skin.

"Do whatever you want. I’m staying at the Holiday Village to sleep." Julian puffed on his cigarette, brushed off his predicament, and went on to snoop around the Holiday Village for information.

The group was dumbfounded, but ended up staying at the Holiday Village. Some girls wandered around the village in high heels, while the guys would chase after a big German shepherd kept by the village, causing the girls to scream.

"Hey, Aria, why don’t you go tell them not to go into the lake behind? These rich folks from the Imperial City can’t sit still. You shouldn’t be chasing the dog, it might bite and then they’ll need shots for rabies," Aunt Shui shook her head and said.

Aria giggled and said, "I’ll ask Marcus Quinn to deal with them."

Aunt Shui saw her smiling, thinking how sweet and inseparable the young couple was. She had to laugh too and said, "Then go quickly. There’s not much going on at the cafeteria this afternoon, I’m here with Aunt Wu and the others."

Walking out of the cafeteria, Aria saw the group of Imperial City lads chasing the dog. The dog, raised by the village, was gentle and wouldn’t bite, just being chased around.

"Where are these young brats from, making such a ruckus that old folks can’t even nap?" Old Ong, who lived nearby, opened his door angrily.

Seeing Aria, Old Ong said quickly, "Aria, can’t you call Marcus Quinn to manage them?"

Old Ong, notoriously cranky even in research circles, hated having his nap disturbed.

Aria took a look at Julian Leighton standing at the door, calmly smoking, and reassured Old Ong with a smile: "City folks haven’t seen dogs before, so they’re curious. Old Ong, Marcus is picking fruits in the woods, I’ll take you to find him and complain."

The playboys: "..."

Do they not have dogs at home?

Julian: "..."

Julian, who had two Tibetan mastiffs at home, felt humiliated beyond measure.

Julian stubbed out his cigarette, looking coldly at the bunch of mischievous playboys, expressionless as he said: "Dogs are friends to humans."

Everyone: "..."

"Julian, we were just fooling around, didn’t mean any harm to the dog." The chubby guy looked dumbfounded.

"Alright, stop messing with the dog. A bite means a trip to the county for shots," the skinny guy with glasses warned.

Seeing Old Ong follow Aria to the back of the village, Julian’s eyes flickered as he followed them.

"Julian, where are you going?"

The chubby guy and the skinny guy with glasses hurriedly jogged after him, with a few sweet ladies behind, also keeping up despite their high heels.

Julian engaged Old Ong, "Old Sir, what kind of fruits are there to pick in the back? I haven’t seen them before, just want to see something new."