The male supporting character was actually myself.

Early in the morning, while the three Owen brothers were having breakfast, a letter from Central Avenue in Sentis was placed on the table.

“Jones!” Joyce beamed, showing off the wax seal on the envelope. “A reply from Central Avenue. Ed, want to guess what’s inside?”

Ed chewed on his bread, his mustache twitching as he did so.

“It’s definitely not a good thing.” His brown eyes swept across the other man’s face as he warned, “You arrested her mistress and mole, and then personally delivered her to him to deal with.”

Do you think you can win Anderson's favor?

No, you're playing with fire and getting burned!

Anderson will keep a close eye on your every move to prevent you from playing any tricks.

"Just you wait, Joyce, if you keep going like this, you'll be in big trouble sooner or later!"

Jiang Chen used a knife and fork to cut a piece of steak on his plate, dipped it in the sauce, and slowly ate it before replying, "A horse racing invitation, if I'm not mistaken."

"Ha, you're dreaming!" Ed poured cold water on the idea.

The little white cat perched on its host's shoulder, wolfing down its steak, and stuck out its pink tongue at him. "You big dummy! I saw the invitation inside, and you still didn't believe me."

No wonder the protagonist said you have no brains!

Joyce used a bread knife to cut open the envelope and pulled out an elegant invitation: "Head of the Owen family cordially invites you to the grand horse race on Central Avenue next Saturday..."

Chapter Thirteen has begun; she's starting to build her persona.

Ed suddenly stopped chewing and reached for the invitation. "So it was for me."

“You’re overthinking it, Ed.” Joyce dodged with her right hand, her eyes never leaving the horse racing invitation. “Daniel, we need to get some nice haircuts, and it would be best if we found a pretty girl to go with us.”

“I am the head of the Owen family. Do you have any questions?”

Jiang Chen continued eating his steak and nodded, saying, "I wholeheartedly agree."

You're the eldest brother, there's no doubt about that.

Ed nodded in satisfaction.

He continued, "So all three of us brothers will be going next Saturday, but we'll be doing different things."

Ed, you have to take charge of the most important part—show those fat bastards on Central Street that the head of the Owen family should be the role model for mob bosses!

Show those people at the Sentis Horse Club the same spirit you used to earn your badge of honor.

"Yes, yes, that's how it should be!"

Ed was clearly delighted, gesturing with his knife and fork, "Little Daniel is absolutely right! I'll show them the might of the head of the Owen family!"

Joyce raised an eyebrow at his brother, trying hard to suppress a smile.

Only after the eldest son happily hummed a tuneless little tune and left the table did he laugh out loud, "Daniel, you really know your stuff. To be honest, I only comfort him when he's having a meltdown."

You can coax them like that once or twice and it will be effective.

You'll get tired of it after a while.

He's not fit for this position; at the very least, I won't let him lead the Owen family before I die.

Ed inherited his grandfather's madness and his father's cowardice.

You inherited your mother's intelligence and your father's ruthlessness.

If I die one day, you have to shoulder this responsibility and not let Ed run wild.

Jiang Chen didn't answer but asked instead, "What about Edmund? He's already fourteen."

When we were fourteen, we were already involved in street fights.

You can't keep him hiding and unknown forever.

No one can protect him forever.

“I’ve been keeping Lily and Edmund away from family operations.” Joyce pushed aside the plate in front of her, lit a cigarette, and said softly, “We even live far apart.”

April and the others all thought I rejected my half-sister and half-brother.

Actually not.

I used to have no one to talk to about these things, but now you're back and in a better state than I expected.

So I'm telling you, the reason I'm trying so hard to keep them a secret from outsiders is not only because Lily is frail and sickly and not suited for fighting, but also because I have a deeper reason.

The chaos won't last long.

Even in the most chaotic times, society still progresses and develops according to a certain order.

We're doing very well now, but that might not be the case in the future.

The chaos has lasted too long; things will gradually calm down. Perhaps one day in the future, the country will unite, gather its army, and eliminate gangs like ours one by one.

Daniel, I'm not just thinking about how to develop this.

They are still thinking about how to leave a way out for the family.

Lily and Edmund, having received a good education and not having participated in family activities, have unique advantages.

We fight and vie for territory to make money;

The two of them could secretly convert the family's wealth into clean money.

Then, with our covert protection, we can set up a company to conduct trade. Once the legitimate business is running, we can choose to advance or retreat depending on the situation.

"Cleansing out and getting back on track." Jiang Chen clapped his hands and sincerely praised, "A very good long-term plan."

You should have a serious talk with them.

Joyce exhaled a puff of smoke and shook his head thoughtfully, saying, "No, it's not the right time yet. We don't actually have many assets right now, otherwise I wouldn't have been eyeing smuggled ships."

Let's wait a little longer; maybe there will be good news next Saturday.

Throughout the day, Jiang Chen continued to wander around, look around, and chat idly.

The belatedly aware little white cat muttered, "Host, do you think the updated plot corresponds to next Saturday's horse race?"

"Is that even a question?" Jiang Chen strolled along the banks of the Shengtis River and whispered, "Do you think gangsters are all reasonable like in TV dramas?"

Do you know why any member of the Irving family becomes incredibly quiet the moment they push open the bar door, and everyone is afraid to even breathe?

This time, the main character belongs to a relatively upright gang, and is even feared by many.

Consider the scale and power of a large-scale gang like Anderson's; how ruthless must their methods be to quickly seize control of the entire Sentis when the country is fragmented?

Little White nervously rubbed its paws together. "So, a huge free-for-all will happen then?"

"Not necessarily, but even if there's a huge free-for-all, I'm unlikely to die," Jiang Chen replied confidently, sitting on a pile of wooden crates by the river and watching the boats passing by from time to time.

The Sentis River is very wide, and he was located at its mouth.

From the port, it looks just like a sea.

The sky was overcast with a light mist, and the river was calm. Occasionally, a large ship with white sails would pass by, making it look like an oil painting.

"Mr. Owen?"

A soft and charming female voice suddenly came from behind me.

Jiang Chen turned around and saw Bella standing not far away, wearing a gray dress and black knee-high boots.

Seeing him look over, Bella's pretty face showed a smile, "You look a bit like him from behind, it really is you."

I heard you just returned from the battlefield. Does it seem different here than before?

“Nothing has changed. You know, after all, this place still belongs to the Owen family.” Jiang Chen glanced around discreetly, not finding any signs of supervision. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be running around on the docks.”

Bella took out a cigarette case from her pocket, tentatively approached him and offered him one, then elegantly lit a cigarette for herself, took a puff with a match and said, "In the evening, small fishing boats usually come ashore here."

The landlady told me that the fish they sold was fresh and cheap.

For someone like me who can only earn two pounds a month, it's quite tempting.

Regarding security issues…

She smiled beautifully, her dimples becoming even more pronounced. "Aren't Mr. and Miss Owen maintaining order?"

I heard that the Finnan Port area has relatively good public security, so I came here to look for a job.

Oh, and by the way, I also want to thank you for offering me this job.

It's a pity there's no wine, otherwise I would have had to offer you a toast.

“It was April who offered you the job, not me.” Jiang Chen didn’t take the bait at all, and instead asked, “Where did you come from?”

“The capital.” Bella’s smile gradually turned into a faint sorrow, which aroused a protective instinct in people. “I heard that you witnessed the victory before you came down from the battlefield. That’s truly admirable.”

My father was once a senior executive at a large company.

He went to the battlefield with unwavering loyalty to His Majesty the King, but never returned.

My mother was heartbroken by this and fell ill.

Even after selling all my family's possessions, I still couldn't protect her for my father.

My God, they must be reunited in heaven now.

On lonely and desolate nights, the thought that they can finally embrace each other is my only comfort.

In the capital, it is very difficult for an orphan girl with little money to make a living.

Asking my former friends for help will only lead them to try and take advantage of me.

Fortunately, kind Mrs. Smith helped introduce me to the beautiful and kind-hearted April. Otherwise, I might be married to an old man I don't love and spend the rest of my life in melancholy.

Chapter Fourteen: The intelligence is incorrect!

Bella finished speaking in a low voice, then seemed to realize that she wasn't familiar with the other person, so she quickly gave an awkward smile, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, shrugged, and apologized, "I'm so sorry, I think I said a bit too much."

Most importantly, you make people feel very safe.

"Mr. Owen, I haven't wasted your time, have I?"

"Of course not." Jiang Chen looked at her impeccable face and a relaxed smile appeared on his face. "Miss Vassol is sweet, beautiful, well-educated, and comes from the upper class. She was dealt a good hand from birth."

Unfortunately, the connections of my parents and relatives were easily severed after their passing;