If you want to choose one of the most famous restaurants in Star City, it is definitely the "Arc de Triomphe", where guests can enjoy the most authentic French cuisine, home-away hospitality, and a stylish dining environment.

It is for this reason that the Arc de Triomphe has always been loved by professional food critics, and has been included in the list of Michelin-starred restaurants for many years.

As the first choice for upper-class people, if the waist bag is not bulging enough, or the clothes are disheveled and the status is low, it will definitely be stopped by the doorman with a smile on his face.

For the upper class (liu) elite, this is the best place for social banquets, a place of wealth and dignity that shows status and status; In the eyes of the common people, there is a chasm here, a huge gap that takes almost two generations of hard work to bridge.

A black sedan pulled up in front of the Arc de Triomphe restaurant, and a tall, thin-cheeked young man stepped out of the car.

He has short black hair, deep and three-dimensional facial features, revealing a tough temperament like a marble statue, and a faint soft smile at the corner of his mouth, diluting the trace of coldness.

The doorman standing on both sides of the door of the restaurant didn't need to think much about it to know that the other party was a big man. They receive those elites of the upper class every day, and they have long trained a pair of fiery eyes.

The young man was on an age-appropriate silver cane, and underneath a black tweed coat of fine fabric was a handmade three-piece suit, understated but luxurious silver cufflinks, a limited-edition vintage watch on his wrist, shiny leather shoes on both feet, and a driver and bodyguard who got out of the car early.

This kind of bearing and pomp is not something that ordinary rich children can have. Those playboys who rely on the shadow of their parents and enjoy a prodigal life are at most traveling with drivers.

"Mr. White, the Arc de Triomphe belongs only to you today."

The manager of the restaurant strode up to greet the young man through the door, then beckoned the doorman and hung a sign saying "Temporarily closed" at the door.

Obviously, the most famous restaurant in Star City has been chartered.

Leo White.

After Oliver Quinn, who has been missing for five years, the second lucky person to be called the "Son of Star City".

Compared with the former, who has a poor reputation, Leo is more in line with everyone's definition of a proud son of the sky, with a wealthy background, graduated from a prestigious school, has never appeared in any lace tabloids, has always lived in a simple place, and rarely appears in public.

This kind of low-key style has quietly shrouded the sole heir of the White family with a layer of mystery.

According to the grapevine, there are many celebrities and noblewomen in the upper class, who are secretly betting on who can win the favor of this "young hermit" and sit in the position of the future hostess of the White family.

"Thank you, I need a quiet environment. Also, please help me convey to Mr. Schmidt, the White family thanks him for his help, and I will compensate for all the losses of the restaurant today. ”

Leo smiled kindly, gently and politely.

Immediately, under the respectful gaze of the restaurant manager, he ascended to the second floor where the guests were entertained.

The Arc de Triomphe restaurant is not for nothing, but rather elegant and soothing, with its rich patina tones, soft lighting and soft music in the air.

Leo ascended to the second floor and was stopped at the top of the stairs by two muscular bodyguards.

They scrutinized their followers behind them, their eyes wary and arrogant, and it didn't look like a simple, light-hearted friendly meeting.

"William, wait here."

Leo took off his black tweed coat, handed it to the driver along with his cane, calmly passed through the two bodyguards, walked unhurriedly to the middle of the second floor, pulled out the chair and sat down.

"Leo, my dear nephew, you're late."

Sitting in his seat, the immobile middle-aged man took a sip of wine, tore off the giant claws of the Alaskan king crab with both hands, broke open the crimson shell, and began to feast.

From beginning to end, he didn't raise his eyes to look at the young man sitting across from him.

"Uncle Anthony, tomorrow is your birthday, and I'm busy picking out gifts, so I've been delayed a little."

Leo smiled brightly as he placed the gift box on the table and put his hands on the armrests of his chair.

This central position has always been loved by the big guys.

The view is wide, and the surrounding area is unobstructed as if it is the throne at the center, symbolizing invisible power and giving people a silent sense of satisfaction.

It seems that only by sitting in this position in the restaurant can you look like a real person in power.

"Leo, I'm sorry about your father's affairs, maybe I shouldn't say it at this time, but you have to understand that the family is not all warm and affectionate."

Anthony, who has a beard and a rough appearance, munches on the snow-white crystal crab meat and enjoys the food without distractions.

He tossed a slice of lemon into his mouth and said in a slurred voice, "The White family has been rooted in Star City for hundreds of years, from Portuguese navigators to Spanish colonists, no matter how ups and downs the city is, it has always stood tall. ”

"Later, our ancestors, who made a windfall in the Mexican War, bought a sawmill - that was the right decision for the White family, thanks to Lady Luck, who would have thought that there would be gold buried underground!"

Anthony sucked on the lemon juice and glanced at Leo, who was quietly listening, with a look of contempt in his eyes.

"After the beginning of the Gold Rush era, the White family had already pocketed, we participated in the construction of the railroad connecting Star City to the East Coast, opened factories, bought a lot of farmland and fishing boats, and now half of the cargo ships in Star City's port are bearing White's name."

"To our ancestors."

Leo picked up his glass and whispered.

Anthony ignored it, he leaned back in his chair and looked at the young man in front of him, who was only twenty-four years old, and his eyes involuntarily swelled with unwillingness and jealousy.

The White family is a lion as a coat of arms, how can it be handed over to a sheep to lead?

"Such a big property is enough to make many people's hearts moved, your father just passed away, and you need someone to take charge of the overall situation for you."

Anthony didn't have much patience, so he simply said bluntly, "Many elders in the family have nominated me to take over temporarily, thinking that when you have enough ability, I will hand over the family business back to you." ”

"We are family, we shed the same blood, and we will never betray...... Believe uncle, I will never harm you! ”

"Did you tell my father the same thing a week ago?" Leo sipped his wine and the smile on his face remained unchanged, "After a shot in his heart, did you look him in the eye and say, 'Family blood relatives, never betray'?" ”

Anthony paused as he tore at the crab meat, his eyelids jumped, and then he looked up at Leo.

"Dear Uncle Anthony, don't look so ugly, this matter is not difficult to investigate - you have had a disagreement with my father a long time ago, you coveted the lucrative business of Star City, smuggling, drug trafficking, Miss Street...... You'd love to on the White family's lion badge — forgive me for that vulgar description. ”

"A month ago, you and Martin Summers met privately, the underworld tyrant of Star City, he longs for the friendship of the White family, to be accepted by the upper echelons, if a gang boss can talk and laugh with the mayor, the district attorney, and the congressman, who will dare to touch him in the future?"

Leo's face was calm, his gentle smile faded a little, and his young face gradually became cold and hard, like a reef in the deep sea.

"During this period, the triad gang also approached you, they controlled the smuggling business in Star City, and they needed the protection of the big guys...... Once the seeds of ambition sprout, they can no longer be suppressed, and you are tempted, right? Uncle Anthony. ”

"Wouldn't it be the best ending to put your family business in the hands of a stinky child, and let you take power and become the honorable Anthony White respected by everyone!"

Leo said in an aria-like tone, and he looked at Uncle Anthony, who was in full bloom, his eyes were calm, and there was no wave at all.

"Dear nephew, now that you know some truths, don't tell them!"

Anthony took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart, and the faint hint of panic and nervousness.

He had already taken care of the whole family, and he had finalized cooperation with the triad, whether it was internal support or external forces, all in his hands.

A kid who has just returned to Star City from the Metropolis, what will he do to turn the tables!?

"You're stupid, uncle."

Leo spat out this sentence indifferently.

He pushed the gift box in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Give you a birthday present, open it and take a look." ”