Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1294

Vince was quite smart as he quickly got up and nodded in agreement. "You're right, Ms. Spencer. Since I've survived this great disaster, I should do more good deeds.

"Tomorrow, I'll donate 100 million dollars to various orphanages in Glendale so that the children can have a better life."

Helen raised an eyebrow and said awkwardly, "You can interpret it that way if you like, but the 'young people' I meant are those who are a bit older."

"A bit older?" Vince looked confused. "How much older?"

"More than 10 years older," Helen said with a squinting smile.

Vince scratched his head, looking somewhat puzzled.

Helen thought for a moment and took out her phone to search for Ryan's name online. She then put the phone on the table in front of Vince.

Vince adjusted the phone slightly and squinted at Ryan's photo. A few seconds later, his eyes lit up, and he asked in shock, "Ms. Spencer, do you want me to go against Starlight Entertainment?"

"You're the biggest investor behind Starlight Entertainment, and you have the ability, right?"

Helen leaned slightly toward him and reminded him in a low voice, "As far as I know, just in the past year, the profits secretly taken by Mr. Teller from the cooperation between the Spade family and Starlight Entertainment have exceeded two billion dollars.

"Bentley is naive. If everyone in the business world were like Mr. Teller, you might still have to worry about your son even after you pass away."

Hearing that, Vince looked up at Bentley, who only cared about eating. His gaze gradually became sharp. Then, he slapped the table and made up his mind. "Let's do it."

Bentley was startled and spouted out a mouthful of soup, nearly choking himself. Before even wiping his mouth, he quickly got up and ran between Vince and Helen.

He spread out his arms to shield Helen, asking fiercely, "What do you want to do?"

"Mr. Spade, I warn you not to bully my boss."

"You brat, who's your dad?" Vince stood up indignantly with his hands on his hips.

"You are…" Bentley was diffident. "Dad is dad, boss is boss. You're at fault for speaking loudly."

Vince smacked the back of Bentley's head. "Sit back down. Don't disturb Ms. Spencer from enjoying her meal."

If it were usual time, Bentley would certainly storm out. But because Helen was present, he didn't throw a tantrum at all and returned to his seat obediently.

Vince was delighted that his son had not opposed him for once. He kept drinking and managed to get himself drunk.

When he left the hotel, he was in a daze, thinking that he was doing business like before. He pulled out a few stacks of hundred-dollar bills from his bag and shoved them into Helen's arms.

In the end, Bentley couldn't stand it any longer. He dragged Vince into the car and took him away.

Amused, Helen turned to hand the cash to Tommy. "Return these to Bentley later."

After saying that, she found an invitation card among the stacks of money.

She pulled it out and opened it. It was an invitation to a banquet held by the renowned collector, Ezra Westbrook, who would be showcasing his rare personal art collections to the attending guests.