NOVEL NEXT Chapter 338
The life of a global tycoon is completely different from that of ordinary folks.
Oversleeping is a given, they don’t go to work, and they engage in absolutely no productive activities. Naturally, they don’t exercise either, and their weight has shot well over 100 kg, making those around them quite uncomfortable.
Feeling something’s off? Yep.
This isn’t the life of a global tycoon. It’s the life of Yungfenjai, the son of a Chinese tycoon, a lazy man who inherited everything without lifting a finger.
On the flip side, there exists a true tycoon who, despite being born with a silver spoon, is anything but lazy—diligently working hard.
Ranked 39th among global billionaires, she’s the female CEO steering the massive Brown Mart and its various subsidiaries across the U.S.
Isabel Brown. Just over thirty, she transformed what was merely a larger grocery store into a giant corporation.
Not merely inheriting the company, she significantly expanded the business during her tenure, resulting in her company ranking among the top spots, which earned her high praise from everyone.
Some criticized, saying her success was only possible because her father was the head of a massive grocery store, but still, many admired and respected Isabel.
She’s one of the self-made giants, ranked 3rd among Forbes’ most admired entrepreneurs by American 20-year-olds.
So what is Isabel’s daily life like? Let’s take a quick peek.
“Chairwoman, it’s time to wake up.”
“Mm.”
First off, Isabel is not your typical successful CEO; she loves her sleep.
While other CEOs are up at 6 AM reading or jogging in the fresh morning air, she enjoys a much more relaxed morning.
She wakes up at 8 due to her assistant’s call, having a light breakfast while reading reports.
She starts her day reviewing what has happened globally in the last 24 hours and how it might impact the Brown Group. She scans through reports prepared by her capable employees.
“‘As food culture evolves, the Brown Group should also invest in this area.’ Isn’t that a bit of an overreach? Our main focus is grocery distribution; branching into the restaurant business is just too much.”
“I’ll relay that.”
Finishing her breakfast while providing a short feedback note.
“I’ll connect to the meeting now.”
Next up is an online video conference.
Although it’s only 9 AM in LA, the employees she’s meeting span across different time zones.
1 PM, 7 PM, 9 PM, 3 AM… The employees participating are located all over, leading to a chaotic mix of time differences.
Because it was located in a certain place, a time difference occurred.
Right now, including the East and West coasts of the United States, as well as the UK, Russia, Germany, China, and Japan. A few years ago, the Brown Mart branch was expanded overseas because of that.
Since then, it’s mandatory to receive reports from those branch managers through video conferences at least three times a week. Whether there are any special issues or how the sales are doing this quarter, etc.
They say that great entrepreneurs are good at managing people. That saying was true. Isabel was above average, and because of that, she had realized an important truth early on. No matter how outstanding she was, she only had one body, so she couldn’t perform multiple tasks at the same time.
Things haven’t changed much since then. While receiving meetings and listening to reports, approvals are processed for matters that need Isabel’s consent, and she meets with important external figures.
As she goes through all of her schedules, night soon arrives. At night, she reads a book or watches the broadcast of a streamer she likes before falling asleep.
You could say it’s a drastic daily routine without any work-life balance, but that’s how the lives of conglomerate heads usually are. It’s a hectic lifestyle that can’t even be compared with that of tycoon Hosoin, Yungfenjai.
However, today Isabel’s routine was different.
After finishing her afternoon meetings as usual, she received a call and said to her secretary:
“Cancel all remaining schedules for today.”
The secretary had no idea what was going on but, being a seasoned veteran, didn’t ask questions like “What?” Instead, they asked something more core.
“Do you have somewhere you need to go?”
“Yeah.”
Let’s go to Santa Monica.
After canceling all her schedules, Isabel began to move.
*
Police officer Obis, working in Santa Monica, had a throbbing headache.
“Ugh, Lingling. My arm… my arm!”
“Sir, it would be better for you to move to the hospital and get treatment.”
“…No way. I will move only after I see that woman being punished!”
The cause of Obis’s headache was none other than the man making a fuss in front of him.
So, was his name Yungfenjai? According to senior Jon, who worked with him, he held quite a high position in China.
Was he the Prime Minister’s son or a nephew? I can’t remember well, but anyway, he was a person with a lot of money and considerable power.
On the other hand, what about the other party? A woman who had just broken Yungfenjai’s arm for trying to touch her.
With silvery hair and breathtaking blue eyes, she was unbelievably beautiful, but she was an ordinary person with no connection to power. I think she was a streamer. I remember her having a unique nickname, Kayak.
Compared to the somewhat abnormal Yungfenjai, she had an extraordinarily normal body. Although beautiful, she appeared exceedingly fragile like an average woman. As soon as I grasped the situation, those questions came to mind.
As soon as I grasped the situation, that question popped into my mind.
How on Earth did this delicate-looking woman manage to twist the thick arm of Yungfenjai?
When the commotion first broke out and I arrived at the scene, I could hardly believe she was the offender.
Their masks were so drastically different. With a hideous appearance and a massive physique, who could look at Yungfenjai and not assume he was the offender?
“Even with a personal bodyguard, she managed to twist his arm. Impressive!”
She should be a streamer or an athlete for this to make any sense. Anyway, it wasn’t too hard to predict the direction this incident would take.
“If this is the influence in America… then…”
If a similar incident happened in China, that woman would have been whisked away by Yungfenjai’s will without a trace.
That was part of why Obis wanted to side with the woman. She was clearly in a vulnerable position. Looking at her, I felt a surge of sympathy.
The loud, raucous Chinese tycoon only made her look even more pitiful in comparison.
In reality, incidents like this were quite common. Santa Monica Beach was a famous tourist spot around here.
Whether someone gets reported for attempting to hit on someone or for touching someone inappropriately, the law usually sides with women in such cases.
However, this time, I expected the verdict to be different. The reason being, as previously mentioned, Yungfenjai had an enormous backing.
It would be incredibly difficult for a tourist from Korea with nothing but a kayak to withstand his pressure.
Unless a savior dropped from the sky all of a sudden.
And then it happened.
Suddenly, a deep rumble sounded from outside the police station. It was a noise that seemed to buzz like something and rustle in the wind.
It didn’t take long for me to figure out the source of the sound.
“What, what is that?”
A sandstorm started sweeping into the sunny police station, along with an echoing thud-thud-thud.
That’s when Obis finally realized the source of the noise. It was the sound of a helicopter.
Feeling that something unusual was occurring, Obis noticed that Yungfenjai didn’t seem to feel the same way.
“Hehe, something else is coming? My father must have called a lawyer from the homeland for me!”
“I haven’t received any contact, young master.”
Without hesitating, Yungfenjai dashed toward the police station’s front door. The whimpering and rolling about, claiming his broken arm hurt, vanished into thin air.
But what appeared after he opened the door wasn’t Yungfenjai’s lawyer.
It was a beautiful blonde woman with striking blue eyes, very much an American beauty. Moreover, it was a face that Obis had seen numerous times in magazines.
“I, Isabel…!”
It seemed Yungfenjai felt the same way. Unlike his usual arrogant demeanor, he suddenly turned pale and started to tremble.
“Who dared to mess with my cat?”
Isabel tossed her flowing hair back and continued speaking.
“Yungfenjai, was it you?”
“Ugh… Isabel…!”
Apparently, Isabel was an acquaintance of Kayak. It looked like she had been contacting someone for help just a moment ago.
Isabel was a big deal among big deals. It was as if a savior had descended from the heavens.
Suddenly, the situation flipped 180 degrees, and Obis’s eyes widened.
‘Damn it, I need popcorn!’
As he watched the exciting turn of events, Obis searched for popcorn. Luckily, his senior John had stashed some, allowing him to enjoy the spectacle even more.
Before he knew it, he gulped down the popcorn without even chewing it.
Crunch—
“Gah! Isabel, you witch!”
Isabel slapped Yungfenjai hard enough to make a sound.
Receiving a handkerchief from her secretary, she wiped her right hand and said,
“Your face reeks of pig grease. I told you to clean up.”
“You witch, how do you plan to handle the aftermath of this…!”
“Aftermath?”
Isabel opened her previously shut eyes wide. Obis, who was staring at her face, flinched.
“You’re making me laugh, Fenzai. We’re not in China; we’re in America. And in America… I’m several times more superior than you.”
“Ugh….”
Yungfenjai couldn’t reply. In fact, even the bodyguard Lingling, who was standing by him, didn’t try to protect her master from Isabel’s touch.
“Get lost if you understand. Don’t stink up the place.”
“Ugh, Lingling. Help me up….”
Yungfenjai, having been disgracefully slapped and left sitting on the ground, finally left the police station, and only the silver-haired beauty remained.
“So, shall we…?”
Unlike earlier, Isabel approached her with a bright smile.
“Shall we go, darling?”
Nod, nod—
And so, both the victim and the offender were gone.
“…What just happened?”
Left alone, Obis could only chew on popcorn in late realization.