Chapter 367

Monty and his group watched the whole scene unfold with their jaws practically on the floor. Initially, they found it hard to believe that Caffiods could own this upscale club, but after what they just witnessed, they couldn’t deny it any longer. Calliope was indeed the boss! This wasn’t some kind of elaborate hoax.

As Calliope walked ahead, Silas came over, standing nearby with a warm smile as he waited for her. Once she reached him, he gently took her hand. Silas glanced back at Monty and his group, his eyes carrying a subtle warning. Within minutes, Calliope and Silas vanished from sight, leaving Monty bewildered.

Monty instinctively approached Franco, who was still lingering nearby. “Franco, is Calliope really the owner of this club?” he asked again, needing confirmation.

“She is our boss,” Franco replied. “If you don’t believe me, come with me. I’ll show you the evidence.”

Without missing a beat, Monty and his group followed Franco. A few minutes later, they stood at the entrance of an office. Franco gestured to it. “The office we just passed is mine. This one belongs to her.”

The door swung open to reveal a spacious, meticulously decorated office. On the desk lay a photograph of Calliope herself. Franco showed them documents signed by Calliope and took them to see the business licenses and other credentials.

After taking it all in, Monty and his group were left in a state of shock. Calliope really did own the place. How on earth did she manage to own such a massive enterprise?

“This club… it must make a fortune, right?” Monty asked, glancing at Franco.

Franco chuckled, “A meal here can cost as much as a small fortune. We’re booked solid with reservations months in advance. What do you think? The revenue from this one club alone can surpass the income from a couple dozen of the Jewell family’s businesses…”

“And we’re just talking about one location. Pearl Tiger Club is a global brand, you know? Of course, our boss has more than just this club. She owns so many that even she probably can’t keep track of them all.”

Franco watched as the realization dawned on them, their expressions turning to stone. He couldn’t help but find it amusing. A bunch of fools. Regretting it now, aren’t you?

“No way, she can’t be that wealthy, she can’t own that many businesses!” Valerian protested, his brow furrowed. “Franco, are you really not pulling our leg?”

“If you think I’m lying, go ahead and check for yourselves,” Franco said with a casual smile. “But remember, she was never someone you should have messed with. If she’s polite, you should take it as a blessing and leave it at that. If she’s asking for shares in your company or wants to manage it, it’s not because she actually values it. It’s just a passing interest. If she truly wanted it, taking it would be a piece of cake. She has plenty of people, myself included, willing to help. Frankly, the Jewell family’s business isn’t even on my radar.”

Franco winked, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “I think it’s time for you folks to leave. We’ll see you out. Oh, and don’t forget to settle your bill on the way out. You’ve eaten quite a bit today!”