RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 299: One Of A Kind

100 million dollars!!

There had been condescending eyes, disgusted gazes, bored expressions, fed-up faces, and lots of other similar reactions in the crowd, but when I mentioned 100 million, everyone straightened up.

They stared at me first with disbelief, and then they looked at Amber.

In the grand scheme of the world, 100 million wasn't a groundbreaking sum. To the big-time billionaires and multi-billionaires, it was money for casual investments. But for people like us, in this age and time, it was heavyweight.

Even for most of those coming from nouveau riche families, not yet 30 years old, how much could their families really give them?

The likes of Mark Zuckerberg were still several years away. Right now, a 30-year-old with 500 million in his account would be welcomed to the table of the grand old men as an exceptional prospect.

What we were talking about here was charity—just normal, casual charity.

Perhaps there was a bit of fame and the title of philanthropist to be gained from it, but nothing else.

This was no investment scheme, just charity. And yet…

Amber had proudly and confidently vouched for me, calling me her date for the party. If anyone was going to make a verdict on whether I was boasting or speaking facts, it would be her.

"Marcus," Amber called in a hush tone, for a reason known only to her—and with just that, people made their judgment.

Quickly, faces turned aggrieved. The sight of me became sour to them.

"Guards, get him off my yacht."

After keeping a neutral expression since I got on the podium, Sky finally let his annoyance show. And hearing his command, the two bouncers didn't waste a second before bouncing toward me.

Crack… ahhhh… owww

Bam!! …ahhh

Nothing much really. Just as the first guy put a hand on my shoulder, I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and spun it.

The sound of the wrist being dislocated was quite loud. As for the second guy, who became more cautious and threw a punch, I deflected his arm to the side and released a palm strike to his gut.

Without delay, he crumbled to the ground, holding his belly.

The first one had wanted to ignore the pain in his right hand and attack again, but when I turned to him, he froze.

"That was efficient," Sky said after I dealt with his two bouncers and faced him.

"I strive to be efficient."

"Hmm. Well, I like that. And I like your zeal. How much do you want?"

"How much?"

"For your services as my guard. It's why you snuck in here and have been vying for my attention, right?

You wanted this situation."

"Ehhh… no. I don't want to be your guard."

"Then…" Sky looked at his two guards and then back at me.

"I said, as the two frontrunners of our generation, we should start a charity organization."

"100 million? You have that?" Sky questioned, showing clear interest in me for the first time.

I wanted to speak, but someone beat me to it.

"Of course he does, Sky. He is Marcus Lawson, a major shareholder in Ford Motors. What is a billion compared to his vast wealth?"

"Don't you think you should have mentioned that earlier?" Sky didn't hide his thoughts.

"A hundred million—that's a lot. And if such an amount is given out, I can see it doing a lot of good.

For this cause, I will put forth 40 million dollars. I wish I could do more, but this is the extent of my reach."

Sky didn't bother with any cover-up story, and personally, I was okay with his investment. Him not matching my donation played out to my advantage anyway.

"It's alright. This is charity—you're meant to give what you can afford. Going beyond that is just killing yourself.

After this, I'll inform my personal assistant to get the foundation started and also publish an article about it in the news—get it on the front page."

Looking away from Sky, I turned to the people watching us.

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"Today is a memorable day. Sky Warthag, at the Party of Light, joins up with Marcus Lawson to create an organization that will go down in the annals of history.

Since I was a little boy, my heart would always twist at the sight of people in need of help.

When I would hear about flooding and earthquakes, I would sit in a corner and shed a few tears.

No mother should lose her child to polio or AIDS.

There are a lot of terms used to describe the act of helping someone—but of them all, I love and prefer one: charity.

Waiter, please fill every hand with a glass of wine. I want to make a toast."

At my words, bodies clothed in black and white became busy on the deck. The air was solemn, fan-strong, and charged.

Though I could see a few people looking left and right, finding the suppressive atmosphere a bit unreal, eventually, they fell in line.

Even Sky got a glass of wine, and then I made a toast.

"To charity."

I downed the provided glass of wine with relish, emptying the cup in one go.

When I was done, I moved over to Sky and took his half-filled cup.

The man hadn't been too ecstatic about the toast.

"Thank you very much for this, Sky. Please continue with the party, I'll just be at the back."

I didn't just end it there. After talking to him, I hugged him, and then, with a bright smile on my face, I left the podium.

When I climbed up the stage, I was a man for all to doubt and curse. Many believed me to be an opportunist.

But now, as I got off the stage, respect filled every eye.

They could hate me and plan against me, but they could not eliminate the respect they felt for me.

It was, after all, rare to see a wealthy man like me invested in the act of helping the poor.